Lyrics:
She likes me....
She's playin
She's playin hard
She's playin hard to get
She's playin
She...but she likes me
She likes me
She's playin hard to get
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
Alright now, alright now
God has a plan for you
And all you've got to do is believe, believe, believe
Yeah
This shit gon' get hard, keep your
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money
I mean it's hard, hustling late night
You know (late night)
Some of these suckas out there
I want, get whatever I want
Get whatever I need, it's about
Love, love, love, love
'Long as we got
Love, love, love
'Long as we got
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised, I was hypnotized
By the sound this cat's puttin' down
When I saw this short
N**** you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole
playin' by no rules
And girl singin' melodies
And it soundin' like your favorite song playin' on the radio
And can't get enough of me
I had a girl
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
out my heart (*laugh*) till the cold grey dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hopin' just by chance that i'll get a glimpse
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised
I was hypnotized
By the sound this cat put down
When I saw this short fat guy
Huh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aw man) , yeah
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed
That mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Rollin' up Js and pourin' out
Everyone tells me
I was dealt a losing hand
The way that I look
The way that I act
It's not hard to understand
Sure I got troubles
Maybe you got'em
who the first to get to heaven
I know it's hard but who does God choose to go through it worst
Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really
across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you're sweet
Arab sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap
Schoolin'
Ay
Ladies, theydies, and gents
This be the Gospel according to Triz
Let's get it
Hallelujah, Janie got a gun and she needed it
Now she on that street
to come out right
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised
I was hypnotized
By the sound this cat put down
When I
Where's everyone in Las Vegas
Having some fun in Las Vegas
Everything's bright
Stay out all night
Get in a fight in Las Vegas
Playin' the cards
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
say, think of what you do,
Think of what you try to put us through.
We're just singing our song.
When you put us down, it ain't gonna get you nowhere.
You know it gets too much
And sometimes she cries like a baby
But she's almost certain it'll pass
When she becomes a lady
But while she's still
I thought by now I'd have it figured out
How not to make the easy thing so hard to do
I bet that I'd be further down this road
If I could read
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
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