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"Ain't Fuckin You"

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

Game]
I'm tired of playin games, you pissin me off
I'm watchin so holla when this shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you be gone
Always bringin up Tanisha be me dome
I ain't tryin to hear that, I'm just to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike grill
All in front of my flat screen, Religion black jeans
like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50
Tryin to get me but I out, I could blow your back out
Lay you down, put it in the hole, like
We used to hit midtown, throwin all stacks out
Run through the Louis Vuitton and clean the racks out
to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out
You Keyshia Cole album, now you tryin to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is that
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 on that platinum Range Rover
My neck's so iced out, my so shined up
I hoes line up, see a pole climb up
Brown sugar or light skin, or white skin
If she could drop it low she could be my night friend
Or my one night stand, if she got a tan
Before I leave I cut the light off of nightstand
Back to the house, my girl wanna have sex
Nah, I my kids like Britney Spears' ex
Take her back to the future, I ain't 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 stop playin, you better stop playin
I break you off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that
Banana that, but a real nigga had to sit back
that's what we do, when girls be with the chit-chat
Every mornin on "The View", them 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, I'll leave yo' ass with that
For

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