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"Ain't Fuckin You"

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unknown singer (The Game)]
I care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day
(I ain't wit'chu)
You got your high on and your body feel warm but tonight
(I fuckin wit'chu)
You got your hair did and your panties too tight but tonight
(I fuckin wit'chu)
Could be night, girl, but tonight
(I ain't wit'chu)

[The
I'm tired of playin games, you pissin me off
I'm LeBron so holla when this shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you that be
Always bringin up Tanisha be me dome
I ain't tryin to that, I'm just tryin to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike Jones
All in front of my flat screen, True Religion jeans
like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50
Tryin to get me but I back out, I could blow your out
Lay you down, put it in the hole, Stackhouse
We used to hit midtown, throwin all them out
Run through the Louis Vuitton store and the racks out
Used to feel good, when I your Porsche back out
You bought Cole album, now you tryin to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is 'bout?
You can't take the heat, get the up out of Shaq house
out

[The
Bitch, I'm rollin and over
Not the club, the dubs on platinum Range Rover
My neck's so iced out, my so shined up
I make hoes up, see a pole climb up
sugar or light skin, black or white skin
If she could drop it low then she be my night friend
Or my one stand, if she got a nice tan
Before I leave I cut the light off of your
Back to the house, my girl wanna real sex
Nah, I my kids like Britney Spears' ex
Take her back to the future, I ain't even yet
And that line was fly, bitch I'm a jet

[The
playin girl, stop playin
Stop playin girl, playin!
Stop playin girl, playin
I said playin, you better stop playin
'Fore I break you off like a Kit Kat, you know I hit that
Banana that, but a real nigga had to sit back
Cause that's what we do, girls be with the chit-chat
mornin on "The View", them girls be with the chit-chat
Enough with all the riff-raff, let me see your cat
I'm old school, Garfield, I can make cat talk
But I'm a gangsta, so back off
Keyshia and DMX, leave yo' ass with that thought
For

That T.M. shit, uh-huh, T.M. shit
Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that
That T.M. Game!