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That T.M. shit (Shit) That T.M. shit (Shit) Ya heard? That T.M. shit (Shit) That T.M. shit, Game!
I don't care that you lookin' like Beyoncé on her best day I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu Could be another night, girl, but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
I'm tired of playin' your games, you pissin' me off I'm watchin' LeBron, so holla when this shit go off You say I be trippin' but really it's you that be gone Always bringin' up Tanisha be givin' me dome I ain't tryin' to hear that, I'm just tryin' to chill So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike Jones' grill All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans Dancin' like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50 Tryin' to get me but I back out, I could blow your back out Lay you down, put it in the hole, like Stackhouse We used to hit Midtown, throwin' all them stacks out Run through the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you tryin' to act out Flippin' like a Sidekick, tell me what is that 'bout? You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house Black out
I don't care that you lookin' like Beyoncé on her best day I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu Could be another night, girl, but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
You must be used to me spendin' And all that sweet winin' and dinin' But I'm not fuckin' you tonight, bitch
I'm rollin' 21's and over Not the club, the dubs on that platinum Range Rover My neck's so iced out, my wrists so shined up I make hoes line up, see a pole, climb up Brown sugar or light skin, black or white skin If she could drop it low then she could be my night friend Or my one night stand, if she got a nice tan Before I leave I cut the light off of your nightstand Back to the house, my girl wanna have real sex Nah, I keep my kids like Britney Spears' ex Take her back to the future, I ain't even here yet And that line was fly, bitch I'm a Learjet
I don't care that you lookin' like Beyoncé on her best day I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu Could be another night, girl, but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
Stop playin' girl, stop playin' Stop playin' girl, stop playin'! Stop playin' girl, stop playin' I said stop playin', you better stop playin'
'Fore I break you off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that Banana split that, but a real nigga had to sit back 'Cause that's what we do when girls be with the chit-chat Every mornin' on *The View*, them girls be with the chit-chat Enough with all the riff-raff, let me see your cat walk I'm old school, Garfield, I can make your cat talk But I'm a gangsta, so I'ma back off Keyshia and DMX, I'll leave yo' ass with that thought For real
I don't care that you lookin' like Beyoncé on her best day I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu Could be another night, girl, but tonight I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
[Outro: The Game] I ain't fuckin' wit'chu I ain't fuckin' wti'chu I ain't fuckin' wti'chu I ain't fuckin' wti'chu