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"Ain't With You"

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

[The
I'm of playin your games, you pissin me off
I'm LeBron so holla when this shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it's you that be
Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me
I ain't tryin to that, I'm just tryin to chill
So chill, like or Mike Jones grill
All in front of my flat screen, True black jeans
like 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, Stackhouse
We used to hit midtown, all them stacks out
Run the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out
Used to feel good, I watch your Porsche back out
You bought Cole album, now you tryin to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me is that 'bout?
You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq
out

[The
Bitch, I'm rollin 21's and
Not the club, the dubs on platinum Range Rover
My so iced out, my wrists so shined up
I make hoes line up, see a pole up
Brown or light skin, black or white skin
If she could drop it low then she could be my night
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 Britney ex
Take her back to the future, I ain't even yet
And that line was fly, bitch I'm a jet

[The
playin girl, stop playin
Stop girl, stop playin!
Stop playin girl, stop
I said stop playin, you better stop
'Fore I break you off a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that
Banana split that, but a real nigga had to sit
Cause that's what we do, when be with the chit-chat
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 your cat talk
But I'm a gangsta, so back off
Keyshia and DMX, I'll leave yo' ass with thought
For

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