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U With Me?

What these bitches want from a nigga...


On some DMX shit

I group DM my exes

I tell 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever

And I think we just get closer when we not together

You tell me that I'm confusin'

More immature than Marques Houston

Cuts too deep for a band-aid solution

We too deep in this thing, you'll never lose me

LOLOL, I'm glad you find this shit amusin'

Heard a lot about me 'fore we started off

I know you heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras

I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars

That's why she always correctin' me when my time is off

And my house is the definition

Of alcohol and weed addiction

You got a different visión

You wanna walk around naked in the kitchen

Without runnin' into one of my niggas

That's not the way we livin'

Too much goin' on, it's just not realistic

These days I don't talk 'bout them days like I miss 'em

And you shouldn't miss 'em either, we different people

But every time we speakin'




It's like a lot of games bein' played

How's it goin' down...

If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now

Is you wit' me or what...

Yeah

It's like a lot of games are bein' played

How's it goin' down...

If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now

Is you wit' me or what...

Yeah




I wanna know how much time you spent on them paragraphs

Where you're getting me

All that grey in our conversation history, you

Playin' mind games, when you sayin' things

Playin' mime games, we both doin' the same thing

Slide on a late night

You like to slide on a late night

You send the Are you here... text without an invite

That's that shit that I don't like

We both slide on a late night

Do things in our off time

We both, yeah

Made some mistakes, pon road

Yeah, how's that for real...

You toyin' with it like Happy Meal

3 dots, you thinkin' of a reaction still

While you're typin', make sure you tell me


What type of games are bein' played...

How's it goin' down...

If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now

Is you wit' me or what...

Yeah

What type of games are bein' played...

How's it goin' down...

If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now

Is you wit' me or what...

Yeah


[Verse 3]

Yeah, remember you was livin' at The London for a month

Service elevator up to 4201

We was still a secret, couldn't come in through the front

Girl, I had your back when all you used to do was front

That's for sure though, I made a career off reminiscin'

Time got a funny way of tickin', things are so much different

I'll admit it, I've admitted to a lot of things

Act like you know it, fuck them stories, fuck the shade they throwin'

Understand I got responsibilities to people that I need

And on my way to make this dough

A lot of niggas cut the check so they can take this flow

A lot of niggas cut the check so they can take this flow

Ohhh, ohhh

Tryna give your ass the world

You runnin' your fingers through my curls

You knew me when the kid had waves

But that's enough of that

You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass

And that's some real shit


Fuente del lyric: www.musicafusion.com


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