EARDRUMMER

MASA

Wine & Dine

**[Hook]**  
Big old rack up on your head, get you gone  
Yeah, my bitch gon’ suck my dick when I’m stoned  
SRT, new chrome, hit that boy, oh no  
Pistol to his skull, D-R-A-C-O  
My bitch 10 on 10, yeah, your bitch, she a hoe  
She can’t be my friend, told that hoe she gotta go  
I can’t feel myself at all, and I’m falling on the floor  
Yeah, my bitch bad to the bone, she wanna fuck until I’m numb

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**[Verse 1]**  
Fuck me ’til I cum  
Big old stick, nigga keep my gun  
Bitch, I been all in my head, tryna think what I become  
She wanna fuck with everybody, so that bitch get dumped  
Yes, I’m concerned about my paper, told her I see her later  
She a liar, imitator  
She want love, but that’s outdated  
ATL, I pull up later  
Money is my favorite  
I woke up tryna calculate it

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**[Bridge / Ad-libs]**  
Huh, huh, huh, uh, huh, huh, uh, huh, huh, huh  
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on  
Yeah, yeah, come on

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**[Hook]**  
Big old rack up on your head, get you gone  
Yeah, my bitch gon’ suck my dick when I’m stoned  
SRT, new chrome, hit that boy, oh no  
Pistol to his skull, D-R-A-C-O  
My bitch 10 on 10, yeah, your bitch, she a hoe  
She can’t be my friend, told that hoe she gotta go  
I can’t feel myself at all, and I’m falling on the floor  
Yeah, my bitch bad to the bone, she wanna fuck until I’m numb

Xchrome hearts

REPEAT

**[Hook]**  
Please don't stab me in my back  
Baby, you shit on my past  
Now I want commas and racks  
I see the future, and I got a bag
She know I’m sick of all that  
She know I’m sick of fake laughs  
She know I’m sick of all that  
I’m running shit, quarterback  
Burberry put on her bag  
Designer clothes, they all black  
She turned my heart into ash  
Fuck niggas, they talk and they act  
Most niggas wearing a mask  
She said I broke her like glass  
Well, you broke my heart in half

**[Verse]**  
She wanna drop me like bass  
Things in your head you don’t say  
Oh no you ain’t playing it safe  
But we know you feel the same way
How many people it take to replace
That thing in your heat that decayed  
The thing that people don’t see  
I told you it ends in pain  
Tell me, baby, like did I cap?  
I know it hurt bad  
I hope I hurt you back  
I’m tryna fix your past
Baby, I know you know you mad  
Our feelings overlap  
You can’t make this in a lab  
Baby, yeah, I’m sick of that, yea

[Bridge]
I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that
Baby, I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that 

[Hook]
Please don't stab me in my back  
Baby, you shit on my past  
Now I want commas and racks  
I see the future, and I got a bag
She know I’m sick of all that  
She know I’m sick of fake laughs  
She know I’m sick of all that  
I’m running shit, quarterback  
Burberry put on her bag  
Designer clothes, they all black  
She turned my heart into ash  
Fuck niggas, they talk and they act  
Most niggas wearing a mask  
She said I broke her like glass  
Well, you broke my heart in half

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