Lyrics:
about, so you haters need to quit with that po'
Hustlin' and take another ride
Niggas, often crossed the line, the movies got this boy fucked
Up in
Flow wey go over you
Keli
Wawa
She tell me say
Oh boy, why you want break my heart boy (heart oo)
Why you want do me bad boy (bad oh)
Why you want do
got my problems deep up inna street
You steady fucking with them boys and I just cannot leave
Trynna play your game and seeing if we even
You don't care
got my problems deep up inna street
You steady fucking with them boys and I just cannot leave
Trynna play your game and seeing if we even
You don't care
on they sockets making imposters jump
You ain't real boy, I'm here to fill a void
Leave the fakers by the gate, tell them to kill the noise
In my circle
You plan to bang, I plan to bang too
You playin' the games
I'm seein' the thing through
You sayin' my name to entertain ya crew
I ain't playin' no
should quit playing dirty games
It's not fair, you win 'cause you cheat
And you know it
I had thought I had control
I seem to misjudge
maybe every
woman infant, every boy and girl
(Take my hand, come with me on this journey)
Uh i hit the ground running in the is rap game,,
Found out a few wasn’t
so excessively
I said play your cards the right way
And you'll be here next to me
Don't mess with me
My heart's on empty, and I got no empathy
Don't
I know the money's the mission
I gotta grind to get it
So I don't got time to be playing games
You know my time expensive
I want two Rollies one
the game
If you're doing fine, boy, you got my vote
But step out of line, boy, and I'll go for your throat
'Cause I got my heart in the right place, so
the time, to be your little undercover thing
But see, I can't deal with that
So you better just split with that
Come at me real, quit playing these silly
This is a call out to the closed up
This is an anthem for the choked up.
A girl walks by with her nose up
You can get her with a little bit
that guilty energy—). Let them know what’s up-). I’m the one you fuck-with.
Quit playing games— and Scratch my back. Already— rolled-one up.. after I’m
feeling
We could have had it all rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat
Look, I peep the game through that
Sorry girl you know this heart ain't free
Think I'm playing ima charge you like a battery
Think I don't know why you set me free
That boy lying when
and hit with my hands
Stop with the chaos
I've cause enough in this lifetime
All I got comprehend I need a life line
I'm not the same boy from 99 turning 5
to make a choice
I’m not a playa I just got a lot of toys
Then my thoughts were interrupted by another sexy voice
Hey! Fine Boy
Chineke! Fine Boy
Abi? You
the way you act like a lush all up in this world
And I won't be taken advantage of by your little games
Don't know what got me into your brain
by love what the fuck was wrong with me?
Should've just listened to my boy he don't lie to me
Don't lie to me
Didn't want no finders fee if your gonna
I talk about God but I don't pray enough
I'd prolly mess witchu but I ain't fake enough
I took my Mom to the Laker game, they playin' LeBron James
We
I)
Perish the thought
Of ever leaving, I never would
I was never satisfied with casual encounters
I can't hide my need for two hearts that bleed
will fuck you like Karma
Yeah, ain’t I the charmer
You know that I like it rough rough
Lose those pants, take them off off
Quit playing games with my
interviewed by my music just that I'm damh local (ugh)
"You know Niall be from here?"
Maybe get a couple of hits, your next one year
Got a friend who fuck with
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