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Some 'bout the art of love I tell you I could hardly get
Used to put my heart in it, now I got no heart in me
I got that dog in me, them legs gon' partition
She throw it back, she let it clap, she tryna audition
I just got hoe 'tentions, don't catch no hard feelings
Wanna know how I feel bout you , I can't feel none
But we could smoke & kick it baby you til we go numb
I gotta half, you gotta half
Now we can politic it
I need that high grade, A1, authentic
High maintenance
Gotta face me one before I fall init
And I ain't in to allat faking
I got bitches on my line and you the only one complaining
We just throw it on line like every time for some basic
You 'gon take off in that ride and I got CC out here waiting
She 'gon work it how i want it
Tipsy til the morning
Tip me how you wanna
Hit me how you wanna
Hate me how you wanna
Hurt me if you wanna
Earn me if you want
WRITERS
bailey daniel, Williamson Jean-Louis
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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