Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro: Aminé]
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I was duped, didn't know the truth
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Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo
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And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand new
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I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
[Chorus: Aminé]
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This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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Hope that you hear this, never find another
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Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend
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Hope your playdate's at your wedding
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Yeah, the one I won't attend
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This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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Hope that you hear this, never find another
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Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend
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Hope your playdate's at your wedding
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Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)
[Verse 1: Aminé]
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Vultures at the altar tell the pastor to watch his back
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My girl said she wanted change and then she got a quarterback
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Well, damn, I ain't no football player
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But I hit it harder than a football player
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The girl of my dreams just became a girl
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And well, we can talk about that later
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Honeymoon in your hometown, bitch, you broke now
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Your mama ask about me almost every week
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He can speak in tongue, talkin' bout "Forever hold your peace"
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I said peace, please hurry up and kiss so I can eat
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Tootsie roll and your tippy toes
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So much soul that my soul got soul
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Your auntie and uncle, they love me
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All your bridesmaids wanna fuck me
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Your groom look like a broom and it make me "hahaha"
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Girl, I coulda been your Pap and you be my Remy Ma
[Pre-Chorus: Aminé]
A Bm
I was duped, didn't know the truth
A Bm
Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo
A Bm
And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand new
A Bm
I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
[Chorus: Aminé]
A Bm
This is dedicated to my ex lovers
A Bm
Hope that you hear this, never find another
A Bm
Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend
A Bm
Hope your playdate's at your wedding
Bm
Yeah, the one I won't attend
A Bm
This is dedicated to my ex lovers
A Bm
Hope that you hear this, never find another
A Bm
Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend
A
Hope your playdate's at your wedding
Bm
Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)
[Verse 2: Offset]
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Yes, I've been balling, yeah
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Maybachs to Lambos and 'Raris, yeah
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Fresh in that Cartier
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Take off your clothes, we get naughty, yeah
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Whole party lit, bad bitches everywhere
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Gang in this bitch, nawfside extraordinaire (gang!)
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Pipe up the city, the diamonds gon' light up the city
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I got your girl on the low
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I slide in it, and then I'ma dodge in it
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I got her selling her soul
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Pick up five bags in a row
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White diamonds look like the Pope
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Gucci Python on the loafers
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Yeah, my pinky look just like the ocean
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It's colder, North Dakota
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From the bowl to the chauffeurs
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Having fun in a Rollster, in Milan copping Goyard
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Now that I'm taking over, your hand out, but I don't owe ya
I came from the dirt, soil
[Pre-Chorus: Aminé]
A Bm
I was duped, didn't know the truth
A Bm
Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo
A Bm
And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand new
A Bm
I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
[Chorus: Aminé]
A Bm
This is dedicated to my ex lovers
A Bm
Hope that you hear this, never find another
A Bm
Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend
A Bm
Hope your playdate's at your wedding
Bm
Yeah, the one I won't attend
A Bm
This is dedicated to my ex lovers
A Bm
Hope that you hear this, never find another
A Bm
Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretend
A
Hope your playdate's at your wedding
Bm
Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)
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