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Play No Games Lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a b**** will do
For the doe, She'll probably get on four and f*** the crew
Down south, Up north be the same a** b******
Man locked up but mama watchin' the children
Talkin' bout my neck my back
b**** you better learn how to chop rocks if you wanna get with Crack
Ughh, I been in love once, at least I though that
till I f***** around and hit a broad back
Got burnt, Now you figure the rest
d*** hurt like I'm p*****' baguettes, now I'm livin' depressed
Should have known better than to trust a hoe
Especially she wanna know how much doe you hold
Cause there ain't too many real b******
If you got one hold on, don't wanna be nobody's meal ticket
And you know it don't mean s*** to me
Cause you know, b****** ain't s*** to me
What

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[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
You see the problem is them busta a** n***** you been f*****' with
Always bought ya s***, But never taught ya s***
Did he ever tell you some things that a player do
And made you aware that life is more than a hair dew
Boy I tell ya, Best to deal with them real n*****
And stay far away from f*** n*****
Don't be a sucker, Hell at least not from nothin'
All this suckin' and f*****' a b**** better have somethin'
I need something that is compatible
Not nothin' young and dumb and full of c**, But one that's edible
I bet a, n**** like T Double
Get it wetter, Suck and f*** 'em better than the average n****
I need a girl that's into tryin' things
So I can put it in her mouth, Fa real ain't into mind games
I know she's a mama girl and I'm a street n****
Once we get together, I'll bet you she'll sleep better
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[Verse 3: Lil Jon]
A-T-L n****, Shawty pimpin' how I put it down
Grindin' hard everyday, Chevy ride through ya town
23's on the truck, Ask me if I give a f***
Rally's on that 75, Rollin' up 85
Lookin' for some cut like you
Tryin' to see what you gone do
Shawty I ain't playin no games
I ain't tryin' to be yo mayn
I just wanna cut you up, Slice you up like cold cuts
Lay you down and eat you up, Jonny slong up in them guts

[Verse 4: Big Sam]
See I'm something like a freak, Part time pimp
Big block Chevy rider all through Decatur
Wanna know my name, Well its Big Sam
And I play no games with these hoes cause the lame
Lemme break it down, Tell ya right now
If ya see me in ya town its goin' down
And all I want to do, Is cut you and ya crew
So let me know what's up with ya girl and you

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