You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do Don't wanna know The way I did before I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, it's such a shame We don't love anymore

Yes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you

I don't wanna talk The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (Takes it all) About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done, too Nothing more to say

Something new (you know, you know) Something new I miss, I miss, I miss everything I miss, I miss, I miss All I wanna do All I wanna do (you know, you know) Miss, miss, miss Don't talk to me like I'm crazy (better hear that, I can't, uh) Probably like a

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

Let me see, let me see, let me see Don't talk about it, be about it What you gon' do to me That you couldn't wait to get me home alone Talk a good game mate, come on Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me She say she wanna take her skirt off Be my guest

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's

(Thinking of you) Do you wanna talk Do you wanna talk it through Swear I ain't got anything on my mind I don't wanna talk to you I'm protected (Don't ask me) (I'm just thinking of you) Don't fall into my arms

How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy And if you ain't getting money I don't