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"Ain't Fuckin You"

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

Game]
I'm tired of your games, you pissin me off
I'm watchin LeBron so holla this shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you be gone
Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me
I ain't tryin to that, I'm just tryin to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Jones grill
All in front of my flat screen, True black jeans
Dancin Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50
to get me but I back out, I could blow your back 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 clean the out
Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche out
You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me is that 'bout?
You can't the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house
out

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

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

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Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that
T.M. shit Game!