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hell yeah
- [Verse 1]
- All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
- Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
- By some random nigga that live in Atlanta
- That she only see when she feels obligated
- Admitted it to me the first time we dated
- But she was no angel, and we never waited
- I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
- So we took it to go, told them don't even plate it
- And we never talk too much after I blew up
- Just only "hello" or a "happy belated"
- And I think I text her and told her I made it
- And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it
- And that's when I text her and told her I love it
- Then right after texted and told her I'm faded
- She asked what have I learned since getting richer
- I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
- I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture
- Even though it's fucked up, girl I'm still fucking with ya
- Damn, is it the fall, time for me to revisit the past
- It's women to call, there's albums to drop, there's liquor involved
- There's stories to tell, we been through it all
- Interviews are like confessions
- Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions like
- [Hook:
- Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous?
- Are you single? I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
- You getting money? You think them niggas you with is with you?
- And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
- And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
- [Verse 2:]
- So much for being optimistic, they say love is in the air, so I
- Hold my breath until my face turn purple, keep a few bad bitches in my circle
- My nuts hang like ain't no curfew, bitch, if you wave, then I will surf you
- I flew jet, she flew commercial but we still met later that night
- After my session, she came over, I was aggressive and she was sober
- I gave her pills, she started confessing and started undressing and ask me to hold her
- And so I did, but that was last month and now she's texting me asking for closure
- Damn, she say this shit gon' catch up to me, I keep tissue paper
- We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
- She say she hate that she love me and she wish I was average
- Shit, sometimes I wish the same and I wish she wasn't married
- Promises, I hope I never break 'em
- Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation
- But, interviews are like confessions
- Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions
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