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Aye Nina Yeah Uh, you mind if I play something for you? N-no, not at all Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey, I'm really rich) You know For real, for real Look, yeah I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones Hit it from the back, side note Cover her mouth, high note I can't play these (uh, uh) I can't play these (uh, uh) I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones Hit it from the back, side note Cover her mouth, high note I can't play these (uh, uh) I can't play these (uh, uh) Yeah, JLF don't bother nobody Tiger Woods can't par with nobody Told the judge I got ten in the club And they all got F's, can't pardon nobody Got tats, got scars on my body Got keys to the chop in that lobby Who the fuck brought a- aye Who the fuck brought a stick in that lobby? Text me pics she don't post on the 'Gram She the shit, goddamn Had a nigga way back, she don't fuck with that man 'Cause that nigga old news Plenty hoes wanna go put dubs on the kid But her pride don't bruise Okay, alright, say the word, and I'm gone with it Yeah, I'm gone with it now, late night Hoes in the crib and I hope they play nice Shit, if you love me, I pray you don't switch Man, if you love me, I pray you don't- This shit, this shit, this shit too smooth like a old nigga Can't bend and you know I can't fold, nigga JLF still coming out the cold, nigga No mama ain't raise no hoe, nigga Ludacris how I'm throwin' them bows, nigga Can't put a price tag on my soul, nigga Can't hide what a heart won't show, nigga They put 15K in a back door ting, and he fell for it That's 15K for a back door ting, no shells for it For real I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones Hit it from the back, side note Cover her mouth, high note I can't play these (uh, uh) I can't play these (uh, uh) I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones Hit it from the back, side note Cover her mouth, high note I can't play these (uh, uh) I can't play these (uh, uh) Your love will be the death of me Especially since you bring out the best of me You know detachment's been my specialty And it's been, um, weighing on me mentally Mentally I've got images of you cemented in my memory I apologize for all the times that I used your heart as my accessory Everything that's meant from me is been sent to me Even when I fail successfully in all things fidelity You still gon' connect with me I can't play these games with- I can't- I can't Inside my phone L.A. to Toronto, she wanna, she wanna Different time zones Hit from the back, h-hit from the back Cover her mouth, c-cover her mouth I can't play these I can't-I can't I can't play these games with all these b-b-b-b Inside my phone L.A. to L.A. to L.A. Fight in different time zones Hit from the back, hit from the back Cover her, cover her No, I can't play these I-I play these Ooh, shit
Writer(s): Enoch Harris, Jahmarie Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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