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Even Exchange

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uh huh
G4
uh huh
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by the glass, by the glass
Celine she my queen
Perfect smile when she laugh
Give you real love & she gave it right back
I can Feel it when you next to me, when you next to me
She a real blessing
This is God given destiny, this is destiny
Yea I love ya style
From ya mind to your energy, to your energy
Walk it like you talk it
In them heels
Yea she blessing me
Sending all them late night pics
When she texting me, yea
Yea I want it right now
Have them panties drip'n
From the morning to sun down
Take you round my city
I can show you round mid town, round my city
Waiters pop bottles every time we sit down, player shit
Real life fuck the status, yea
Old bitches mad
When they know you got the baddest, got the baddest
it's Roll with the winners
Told you Niggas we established, winners
Sailing on them yacths
We can take it cross Atlantic, cross Atlantic
I ain't got no limit to devotion
This a habit, this a habit
She gon show me everything
It's ready when I need it
I ain't even gotta say a thing, I aint gotta say none
She can get what she want
Flyest on the scene, flyest on the scene
She gon let it be known that she rock wit me
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by the glass, by the glass
Celine she my queen
Perfect smile when she laugh, when she laugh
Give you real love & she gave it right back, right back
Give you real love & she gave it right back, right back
G4
So let's focus on the future, yea
I ain't got no time for no lames on computers, uh uh
Niggas love these hoes
Cuz these hoes love choosing
My bitch know the deal
No discussion
No confusion, no confusion
When you know the truth
Ain't no living in illusions, uh uh
They stuck on that lame shit
Hating on the sideline stuck on the same shit, stuck on the same shit
My bitch outta town
For me taking them field trips, taking them field trips
We on the same game plan
Stack up and get rich, stack up and get rich
Just don't miss the exit
That's ass too thick
Mane she gotta be from Texas, Texas
Rub a nigga back
& she Cook a nigga breakfast, yea
She always hold it down
Every time she in my presence, yea
And she gon let me know how feel inside, how she feel inside
In between them thighs yea she let me slide, yea she let me slide
Know I got you sprung, I apologize.. I apologize baby
She my real one yea my ride or die, yea my ride or die
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by the glass, by the glass
Celine she my queen
Perfect smile when she laugh, when she laugh
Give you real love & she gave it right back
Give you real love and she gave it right back.

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Niko Garcia

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