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"Ain't Fuckin You"

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

[The
I'm tired of playin your games, you me off
I'm LeBron so holla when this shit go off
You say I be trippin but really you that be gone
Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me
I ain't tryin to hear that, I'm tryin to chill
So chill, Chamillionaire or Mike Jones 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 to hit midtown, throwin all them stacks out
Run through the Vuitton store and clean the racks out
Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche out
You bought Keyshia album, now you tryin to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is 'bout?
You can't the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house
out

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

[The
Stop playin girl, stop
playin girl, stop playin!
Stop playin girl, playin
I said stop playin, you better stop
'Fore I you off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that
Banana split that, but a nigga had to sit back
Cause that's what we do, when girls be the chit-chat
Every 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 back off
Keyshia and DMX, leave yo' ass with that thought
For

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T.M. shit Game!