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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
James Devon Brabham
James Devon Brabham
Keyboards
DJ Wally Sparks
DJ Wally Sparks
Scratches
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Electric Guitar
Jared Alexander Jackson
Jared Alexander Jackson
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Recording Engineer
Micah Wyatt
Micah Wyatt
Recording Engineer
John Horesco
John Horesco
Recording Engineer
Marshall Helgesen
Marshall Helgesen
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Just for you For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get Just for you For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense Just for you For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes) No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah Let's just say, I give up my gators (what?) Tailor made suits, different flavors (what?) Got my Cadillac so, no more swingin' in the road Drive the speed limit, wavin' at the neighbors (hey-ah) Let's just say, I went and called my player partners No more hollerin' at boppers If they boppin', I can't hang around (hell nah) We take a picture, IG it, Facebook it I tweeted it just to show the way I'm comin' now For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get Just for you For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense Just for you For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes) No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah Let's just say, I get with my late-night, called a freak (freak) I stop bendin' corners, no more hangin' in the streets (streets) I give up my time spent just rollin' with the beats (beats) I'm only for you, and only you, I play for keeps (keeps) You keep me on my toes, you know I'm on my best behav' (hav') I gave up all that playin', just so we could do it major (major) We can buy it all, you can shop, I get the paper (paper) I spend it all, spend it all (just for you) For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get Just for you For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense Just for you For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes) No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah The love here is real, I ain't flockin' with them pigeons I'm done with the mac and cheese, over for these chickens I'm finally out the game, I'm rippin' up the player card Might just get a ring Take a knee, and do it, Lord You done met my mama, so you knowin' that it's true Plenty bags for a slab, and a house come with it too Elevated to the top, here the key for the lock Ain't no love for them thots All this love that we got, no more playin' games
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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