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"Ain't Fuckin You"

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

[The
I'm tired of playin games, you pissin me off
I'm watchin LeBron so holla when shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you that be
Always bringin up be givin me dome
I ain't tryin to that, I'm just tryin to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike grill
All in of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans
Dancin like Ciara, I 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 stacks out
Run through the Louis Vuitton store and the racks out
to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out
You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you to act out
like a Sidekick, tell me what is that 'bout?
You can't take the heat, get the up out of Shaq house
out

[The
Bitch, I'm 21's and over
Not the club, the dubs on platinum Range Rover
My neck's so iced out, my so shined up
I make hoes line up, see a climb up
Brown sugar or skin, black or white skin
If she drop it low then she could be my night friend
Or my one night stand, if she got a tan
I leave I cut the light off of your nightstand
Back to the house, my girl have real sex
Nah, I keep my like Britney Spears' ex
Take her to the future, I ain't even here yet
And that line was fly, bitch I'm a jet

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

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