Lyrics:
don't like the taste
Henne-sigh hit a vibe
You might be replaced
He gone if something
He gone if something quick
It's that naysayer hate lover
You can eat
to win
But in the end you know I'm just gonna have to play again
Now we at the table
I can tell that you wanna be on my label
Undercover lover them other
foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene -
first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold
gossip's worth its weight in gold . . .
What
Yeah
I'm just sayin' that, yeah
I just
Yeah, yeah
I take my licks in the storm-
That storm headed, them doors severed
Fly around the chicken,
don't know but ain't nobody this way gone drop a dime
What a game, it's insane
That you wait to play, 'til it's too late
You gotta ride out and roam
Yeah
Remix
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It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
under my cover
When my heart is full of love it makes me a turtle dove
Love's the game that we play night and day
When our love is clear and bright
That boi went to work, that boy he just don’t play
Im gon make my mark, they gon hear what I say
Im sending out the love, as I’m flowing through
a turtle in dove
Love the game that we play night and day
When our love is clear and bright it's our way to see the light
There's a fire in our heart night
you chose the wrong lover
By the way that You play your game
Put a talk that your field done changed
But baby now all you can say for yourself is I
Its the Jew V
In a Crown Vic
2K on a show
You ain't even get to play
No shame
Just today
Getting blown
By a dame
No shame in my game
Yeah you know
I
Don't want to leave you empty-handed
Well, I agree that wouldn't be fair
Take along a little something to remember me by
A little something to show
lover, yeah, yeah
Let's turn this house into a circus
Girl, don't get mad, get even
Yeah two can play that game.
And You won't hurt my feelings
If
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie
With whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then
let's put that to assay
This song was written for my lover
Cause I'll never be the same
Boys in the end get tired of video games
Daddy comes home reeking
down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her
I seen everything through the window pane
You and your other lover, that's really insane
And another thing: Please take off my gold ring
I got another
the window pane
You and your other lover, that's really insane
And another thing: please take off my gold ring
I got another finger I can put it on
You
What I mean when I call a man a player
That's what we call them here from LA
And I'm not the type of girl to play no game
I just call them like I see
considered as
Something called a mans game
On the contrary
Her skills and personality
Earned her more than a lover
cnd more trips than any other
She plays by
games
If that's what you must do
Nothing here remains the same
But the way I feel for you
I can watch you walk away
And I know that I'll get by
games
If that's what you must do
Nothing here remains the same
But the way I feel for you
I can watch you walk away
And I know that I'll get by
bitch fame is a loner
I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma
Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch
Tell it ain't inadequate, the level
ask for opinions if you get offended i speak from the heart how I'm feeling
I stay true to the game never fold on my manes they respect that I'm one
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