Girl... you must think that I'm crazy,
But we all know you's a cutie,
And you're all like, "nuh uh boys dont wanna get with me."
Girl please,
I can see straight through those...
Fake colored contacts.
Your eye's aint blue, I bet that hair's held by glue.

Hey shorty, why you playin' games?
These games were played, the rules were made,
You dropped these names, and now you got nothing to say.

It's like that episode of Cheaters-
And I'm that dude with the gun,
Hiding cameras in your bedroom.
Girl I know what you've done,
I might be your babys daddy but that dont mean shit,
When every dude on the block knows that you're a trick.


Uh, I'm not a rockstar but i still tend to rock hard,
You try to play games tease and try to keep me rock hard,
Try to make me slap you and see me in a cop car.
Catch me speeding like stock cars expectin' me to stop hard.
You playin with the mind of the craziest kind,
Tellin' me how much you love me when I know that youre lyin'.
You must be snortin' lines if you think that im cryin',
You manipulatin' backstabbin' cold and kanivin'.
I went from- last to first but this is first to last,
And I'm the major league playa you can kiss my ass trick.

Drop it like it's hot

Shake it like a salt shaker[x4]

Lyrics submitted by babydef

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