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Run it back.

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She say, “Maybe you could do without the mouth,”

I say nothing, let the silence speak it loud.

If you talk the talk, then walk it out,

She pretty but she off it now.

Phone light up, say she got a remedy,

I fall for it, but I don’t say a thing to me.

Looped déjà vu, swear I ran this route,

Splash screen lore, every level mapped out.

I’m not tryna hurt you, but I know too much,

Wish I didn’t hear it, yeah, the truth cuts rough.

Keys to my fable, drinks from my ladle,

She made a scene, I made a mess—fatal.

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I lock in, that’s my only defense,

Critical moment—could walk, could tense.

Choke on the truth, let it cough itself,

Say “maybe,” ‘cause she hella fits the shelf.

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All my bitches tens—picture perfect, lens,

Bands make ‘em dance, I just cash again.

Lifestyle Cannes, need two Vans,

Checks keep runnin’, I don’t second-guess.

She say she got the remedy—I fall for it,

But I’m makin’ no comments, I’m gone for it.

All my bitches tens—yeah, it don’t make sense,

Money loud, but the quiet’s what I’m on with.

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She chase me like a mouse, yeah, she off of it,

Says she want a piece—nah, I want all of it.

Vacuum-sealed moves, ain’t no tellin’ it,

Hit the clutch clean, I’m not sellin’ it.

She like the glow, yeah, melanin,

Got me feelin’ dumb—still disciplined.

We put love to the test, I do it myself,

Not like the rest, I’m actin’ dense ‘cause I gotta.

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I’ve done this race, I’ve run this lane,

Same temptation, different name.

Say less, I read the room,

No comments—watch me move.

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All my bitches tens—can’t fit the Benz,

Need two Vans, we stack to the end.

Spend all day, still stuck with a lot,

Break the bank, let the bass just knock.

She say she got the remedy—I fall for it,

But I’m makin’ no comments, I’m gone for it.

All my bitches tens—yeah, it don’t make sense,

Cash out chances, repeat the rinse.

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Rich noise, quiet war,

Every win still askin’ for more.

Pretty lies, clean shots,

I buy the moment, not the thought.

She say, “We could hurt each other,”

I say nothing—press recover.

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All my bitches tens—lights, lens,

Crowd fill up, we don’t pretend.

She say she got the remedy—I fall for it,

No comments—yeah, I walk with it.

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Run it back.