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—my rival when I ain't even do nun'
You're the one who came back sayin' you would prove somethin'
But, you never proved nothin', just that you was phony
You came with the taco truck, ain't really tryna hold me
I mean, seven years, seven years, we're in love, crunching numbers
You really thought that we would go get married by the summer
Ooh, that's shit's a bummer, I mean, sike
You was talking love I wasn't even sure 'bout, like
I mean fuck all of our history, ain't mean shit to me
It didn't mean to shit to you when you did what you did to me
I thought that we were fi-i-i-ine
Then you start to feeling threatened, crossing lines
Rolling with them cokeheads tryna—
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