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—glamour rags, designer bags
I'm gonna party hard, and do it 'til my death

Bitch on me, so tell me why
Your bitch want me, I swear to God
Can't leave me be, think it's 'cause I'm on
'Cause she know me, don't know her
Think she down, tryna get closer
Drunk and high, tryna get so numb
Roll my blunt, she'll roll my blunt
Tryna fuck and she just tryna fuck
Damn, who your man's
365, tryna get in my plans, goddamn
Bitch tryna date, I can't
Yeah, we can go fuck, but we can't hold hands, nah-ah
Bitch, don't try to make plans
Go ahead, go there, I'm tryna hit the club and go dance
Gettin' crunk, drink in hand
Get fucked up, wake in the morning, gon' do it again
Do it again, gonna do it again
I just want you, don't want your friends
I don't care about your ex
I don't care about your past, at all
And I don't want this—