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Playing Games (Remix) (feat. French The Kid & Jaykae)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Silky
Silky
Performer
French The Kid
French The Kid
Vocals
JayKae
JayKae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Silky
Silky
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
92 Sounds
Producer

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You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah Night time and losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby Never wanna part, you my ond only Yeah, I'm gon' try make you mine, mine, mine (You make me feel like) Cover it up, you like to play your own game Cover it up, don't let them know what you're thinkin' I bet you'll never tell them how it feels I bet you'll never even try to be real (yeah, yeah, oh) (You make me feel that) Cover it up, you like to play your own game Cover it up, don't let them know what you're thinkin' (You make me feel that) I bet you'll never tell them how it feels I bet you'll never even try to be real (You make me feel that) She, she, she wanna chill and watch Netflix I wanna mix Benzo and press bricks I wanna book flights for my next trip Move, moved on, now I've forgotten who my ex is She had it for a while but she lost that Moved on and she still try stop that But don't, but don't watch that I still go through more blue ticks on WhatsApp (you make me feel that) But I'm still street, boy Runnin' down with mallets on my feet, boy Start, started nine in my jeans, boy So I'll make a star burst if you take me for a sweet boy And I know why she's vexed, cuz She can't get better than the best, cuz And she knows that I'm next up But the only bitch that can play me is Alexa I back, I back beef and designer Got a little baddie, she a 10, what a blinder I ain't bothered 'bout a wife 'til I find her I'm playing up loud, might just put her in a grinder Me and Silk on the site, we was fighting Now we on the stage with the boys, yeah, we grinding I get messy in the night, I be fighting End up in a cell and I'm out, get the pints in Get the drinks in, baby, get them shots 'round Never cared when I stand, but I'm up now Getting bored of my life with the lockdown Baby, get me out in the club 'til it's shut down You might find us uptown cah we trendy Fuck it, I'ma rob another crop for the Fendi Got this one girl, gym, that's bendy Fuck, I'ma take her to the bar in a Bentley You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah Night time and losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby Never wanna part, you my ond only Yeah, I'm gon' try make you mine, mine, mine (You make me feel like) Cover it up, you like to play your own game Cover it up, don't let them know what you're thinkin' I bet you'll never tell them how it feels I bet you'll never even try to be real (You make me feel that) Yo, if you know me, I can't stay too long I tried waiting but you take too long Somebody pass me the AU don in the mix Cah this one's way too strong Yo, DJ, put my babe's tune on Been about a year and she ain't moved on You think you're right, I'ma make you wrong I ain't playing no games (you make me feel like) Ha, make you feel what? Anything I had back then I still got Me, I keep my hands clean, but I'm still hot Need about five mil' then I will stop Yeah, course certain, man, I'll go jail for the boys But they won't go shop for their mum, bro Bro sitting 'round here, it gets gritty 'round her When you might get shot through your tongue, bro (You make me feel that) Police got me on surveillance So I might, so I might just jump in the plane, cuz One way ticket, Marbella Tell PC Plod, "See you later" The way you say it, my boy, what you tellin' me? Why you goin' 'round sayin' you're my enemy? Don't mistake me for a celebrity I still ram you with a four litre Cherokee She's heartbroke 'cause she in the friend zone But I'm heartbroke 'cause they cracked encros And I, and I still can't let go May as well have grafted a phone from Tesco's Came from nothin', now I got plenty So I smile when I see my face on the telly (telly) Yeah, my ex is mid-thirties But, but my girl's mid-twenties You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah Night time and losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby Never wanna part, you my ond only Yeah, I'm gon' try make you mine, mine, mine You, you make me feel like You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah Night time and losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby Never wanna part, you my ond only Yeah, I'm gon' try make you mine, mine, mine You, you make me-
Writer(s): Kyle Simmonds, Mohammed Raja Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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