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"Ain't With You"

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[Chorus: unknown (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 feel warm but tonight
(I fuckin wit'chu)
You got your hair did right and panties too tight but tonight
(I ain't wit'chu)
Could be another night, girl, but
(I fuckin wit'chu)

[The
I'm tired of playin your games, you me off
I'm watchin LeBron so holla when shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you be gone
bringin up Tanisha be givin me dome
I tryin to hear that, I'm just tryin to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Jones grill
All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black
Dancin Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50
Tryin to get me but I back out, I could your back out
Lay you down, put it in the hole, like
We to hit midtown, throwin all them stacks out
Run through the 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, tell me what is 'bout?
You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of house
out

[The
Bitch, I'm rollin and over
Not the club, the dubs on that platinum Rover
My so iced out, my wrists so shined up
I make line up, see a pole climb up
sugar or light skin, black 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 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 to the future, I ain't even here yet
And that line was fly, bitch I'm a jet

[The
Stop playin girl, playin
Stop playin girl, playin!
Stop playin girl, stop
I stop playin, you better stop playin
'Fore I break you off a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that
Banana that, but a real nigga had to sit back
Cause that's what we do, when girls be with the
mornin on "The View", them girls be with 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 back off
and DMX, I'll leave yo' ass with that thought
For

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