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Talking big shit nigga (x3)

Uh, yeah

Uh, Burberry cologne

Spray it on me as I'm at the door leaving her home

Feel me, smell me, still whenever I'm gone

Was recording that's why I didn't pick up my phone

I get caught inside a zone where I'm roaming alone

In the whip the exterior color of foam

Smoke a blunt with my mom on the balcony blown

Lived in a few states but I'm happy I'm home

Shot glass I collect every city I've flown

Do my dance like I'm Diddy I'm jiggy I comb

Through the bs then I get down to righting my wrongs

I'm writing these songs tryna build up a throne

cnd build up my own I've been in it too long

cnd I know I'm gon' get it I feel in my bones

I just can't quit nah that ain't what I condone

Fuck a playlist nigga I'm putting me on

You on that lame shit rappers be carrying on

I don't need her if she only look good on my arm

Was reading it wrong didn't mean any harm

I apologize if I was leading you on

Yo this beat is feeling like when I ran into Dom

Only love her for the night in the morning I'm gone

She text me her moan, she can't leave me alone

5'9 brownskin with the Hennessy tone

Had to take off for a year but I couldn't be long

cnd my nephew getting big he be thinking he grown

If I ever have a kid I'm a call him Ramon

Or call her Simone, now its written in stone

Play this for ya girl bet it's her favorite song

Talking big shit nigga (x3)

Burberry cologne (x3)