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Money calling gotta go and feed people
Hard game but I got all the cheat codes
I’m making plays I can do this with my eyes close
Moon walking on the globe
changelings
Preoccupied with boy and goyle chasing
And foiling other's royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil
and my feet in good...
Dirt Devils were crowding my head
With lies they spread
They'd convinced me of what fools know isn't true
Quick as an Outkast
motherfucker
That dog game to play
Calgon calgon take me away
I'm in the dirty dirty with my nephew J
Dizzy izzy boy we getting bizzy
With little Bow wizzy
a hold of your brain
Bad habits, Bad habits
When my time comes, I'll go out with a bang
I got problems that I don't tell many, talk about bad habits
Kenny may think he's a king
But he wants a queen
Looking for real romance had it
With the backstreets
Tired of playing every game in the town
think he's a king
But he wants a queen
Looking for real romance had it
With the backstreets
Tired of playing every game in the town
Waiting for
if you're calling it quits
I ain't playing now games on some dumb shit
Tear out my heart , why did this start man it's just like all my shit
Till I
like Young Steph Curry
"Eye dont ever see you making it"
In this game... it aint no fair takeoffs
Eye lost most of my dawgs in real life
Were dealt some
and you know I got my heat hot
And I feel like spotem if I spotem he gone be got
And I feel like Spotem too cause I be riding with that G-shock
Shoot
Oh, you can call me anytime
Any day and anywhere
'Cause I love you, boy
And I mean that from the bottom of my heart
Boys, boys
Boys, boys
We
a person who thinks he's deserving of service from some servants
Uh, the serpent playing games with us at the circus
So many times I swear I been deserted by
It's dsav
well I bet your wondering
What does three have to do with me we'll let me explain
Living this life living my life praying to god I can
my life do the proving
So get the fuck off my dick
Like really, call that shit quits
Y'all really got me in positions that I'm arguing in
Can't find
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
and realize
That you don't know my worth
You don't know your worth
That she he had part of me
Boy who do you belong
All these games
Boy stop playing
You can't
it's a pop fly
Recognition, little boy, yeah, I got mine
All the fake stuff, yeah, you can have it
Playing with me little boy, it's gon' be tragic
Yeah,
playing with her feelings
And she can't forget to mention Fuccn off with different bitches
Bitch you see a nigga trying
Why you worried bout my last
Im
these boys
Body in the alleyway, you a backstreet boy
Pistolvania where they clap these toys
I'm the kid with the damager flow
Cock back, and I'll damage
with the seed boy
Moon walking on the sea boy
Who's that with the poetry
I got the juice so you know it's me
My eyes are squeezed but I still see
Yeah I
I'm playing games
Let me show you I'm here to stay
Verse:
We been through the storm
Heart ache comes with pain
Used to be a playboy
But you made me
yourself
You should be proud yourself you made it by yourself
You made it out on yo own yea do not disturb my phone yea
I don't keep up with Jones I'm in
changed
I know its all a lie
But I'm still stuck playing your game
Hearts on fire I can see the damn flames
Heartbreak music thats the only thing I play
My
and night saying life ain't fair
Talking bout some love ain't free
Boy you better cough up the money
Playing with my feelings and acting like this shits funny
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