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Yeah Ayy, Juggy, that's cold
No problem, no problem, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, nah, nah

Verse 1: Abra Cadabra
I'll buy you diamond chains, helped me through the rain Through the rain
But I can't build with you if you can't feel my pain Feel my pain
Put you in Chanaynay, maybe we can vacate
Baby girl, let's take a trip, don't worry 'bout payday
Baby girl, just bare with me 'cause growing up, the streets traumatised me, really traumatised me Yeah
So I might do some things that's out of character and make you despise me, make you despise me Yеah, yeah
I got love for you, I'll let you know a sеcret Secret
Love ain't somethin' that I'm used to but I need it Need it
I ain't sayin' that I'm lonely when I'm sleeping Ooh
Can't lie, I wouldn't mind if you could be here

Chorus: Abra Cadabra
I don't even wanna fuck, I just wanna chill I just wanna chill
Run my fingers through your hair, I like the way it feel Like the way it feel
I might whisper in your ear, I keep it trill I keep it trill
Make you feel like there ain't no one else, you know I will
Anywhere you wanna go, baby, tell me, we can go
Do you love me 'cause of me or cause I'm on radio
Come here, let me fuck you hard, yeah, I love it when you moan
I'ma fuck you deep 'cause I'm tryna take it slow

Post-Chorus: Abra Cadabra
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you For you
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you For you
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you

Verse 2: Dirtbike LB
She told me Fuck me like you're never coming back Back
It's so different when you never had to trap Trap
Girl, it's different when you there, when you ask for it
I can tell this nigga never saw the half off
Cartier for the frames on my last whore
When I'm faded on the stage, I pour my last four
One-forty for the car, it's a fast Porsche
We're really rich so we laugh more
They can't wait to say you changed when you win a lot Win a lot
Had to pray, I'm ashamed 'cause I sin a lot Sin a lot
I've been chillin' with my killers, puttin' niggas on Niggas on
And they know where my niggas from

Chorus: Abra Cadabra
I don't even wanna fuck, I just wanna chill I just wanna chill
Run my fingers through your hair, I like the way it feel Like the way it feel
I might whisper in your ear, I keep it trill I keep it trill
Make you feel like there ain't no one else, you know I will
Anywhere you wanna go, baby, tell me, we can go
Do you love me 'cause of me or cause I'm on radio
Come here, let me fuck you hard, yeah, I love it when you moan
I'ma fuck you deep 'cause I'm tryna take it slow

Post-Chorus: Abra Cadabra
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you For you
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you For you
Wouldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you

Verse 3: Young Adz
New burners on the block so I ain't gyming
BandoBaby29, I'm watchin' Sophie while she pinning Yeah
Fish scale, Nemo in the pot swimming Yeah
As we speak, my niggas on the block, spinning, yeah, yeah
Them niggas buying new jewels, no burners and they wonder why the shooters on 'em Mm
My young G got a drop on the opp
We both pray Fajr in the morning before he moved upon 'em Yeah
Might skrrt the Range up North and link Abra Yeah
She a good girl but she gonna do it on camera
She ain't claimin' duress, she a ride with a rap star Yeah
Got my chain on her neck, Insta live in my damn car

Outro: Abra Cadabra
I don't even wanna fuck, I just wanna chill I just wanna chill
Run my fingers through your hair, I like the way it feel Like the way it feel
I might whisper in your ear, I keep it trill I keep it trill
Make you feel like there ain't no one else, you know I will
Ayy, Juggy, that's cold