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"Ain't With You"

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[Chorus: singer (The Game)]
I don't care you lookin like Beyonce on her best day
(I ain't wit'chu)
You got your high heels on and your body warm but tonight
(I fuckin 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 ain't wit'chu)

[The
I'm tired of playin your games, you me off
I'm watchin LeBron so holla when this go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you be gone
bringin up Tanisha be givin me dome
I ain't tryin to hear that, I'm just to chill
So chill, Chamillionaire or Mike Jones grill
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 out, I could blow your back out
Lay you down, put it in the hole, like
We used to hit midtown, all them stacks out
Run the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out
Used to good, when I watch your Porsche back out
You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, me what is that 'bout?
You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of house
out

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

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

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