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[chorus: iso indies]
i told her, “meet me in the back” (in the back)
that ass fat
and she don’t know how to act (nah)
when she back that thing up on a n_gga, it’s a wrap (uh_huh)
i’m just tryna hit it once, i’ma take it to the back
think she come in with a man, but she leavin’ with me, yeah
’cause she know that i’m the man (uh_huh)
say she got a plan, and she know me from the grammy’s
ah, man, i think she might gon’ be a fan (uh_huh)
made me think twice or might gon’ be a scam, aw, yeah (shawty, what?)
[verse 1: conchezyout]
might be fire (fire)
but one thing i hate is a liar (i hate those)
’cause i don’t know who you was prior (i don’t)
tryna set a n_gga up, you could try (can’t catch me)
but, whoa
these hoеs ain’t loyal (know they ain’t)
probably took your number, but you know i won’t call you (no i’m not)
rather stay on point ‘causе i can’t fall for you (word)
they said, “p_ssy run the world, can’t let it control you or destroy you,” yeah (i know that)
i love all women
i’m ten steps ahead when i know what y’all doin’ (facts)
you hear a nice guy, but you won’t talk to him
unless he got cash, then you probably gon’ screw him

[chorus: iso indies]
i told her, “meet me in the back” (in the back)
that ass fat
and she don’t know how to act (nah)
when she back that thing up on a n_gga, it’s a wrap (uh_huh)
i’m just tryna hit it once, i’ma take it to the back
think she come in with a man, but she leavin’ with me, yeah
’cause she know that i’m the man (uh_huh)
say she got a plan, and she know me from the grammy’s
ah, man, i think she might gon’ be a fan (uh_huh)
made me think twice or might gon’ be a scam, aw, yeah
[verse 2: dillmatic]
she called me the once, say she comin’ ’round two (oh)
jordan 3’s on my feet, ring the bell, buzz four
got five on boy, you gon’ need a couple more (we’ve got five on it)
six pm, now we headed out the door (door, door, door)
lucky number seven, you’ll met up on eight street
chanel number nine, got her smellin’ like a pastry (smellin’ like what?)
now we on ten, she was rollin’ up a grape tree (rollin’ up, rollin’ up)
pourin’ up shots, shots, shots, don’t chase me (shot, shot)
b_tch, i got asthma (yeah, yeah)
she was tryna be my bae, ay, no tamper (no, no)
don’t think about it too much like stanford (don’t, don’t)
i ain’t got nothin’ for a ho like santa

- iso indies

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