[A. Gully] [Hook] You tired of the lames You tired of the games You tired of the cryin girl You tired of the pain You tired of the jokers girl You tired of the lames Well come and fuck with me I promise your life would change X3 I promise your life would change A. Gully [Verse 1] Stop playing girl like I aint your type You crazy girl I can change your life First class, I can change your flight Put a ring on it, but you aint my wife This the shit you want more and more Range Rovers, No Ford Explorers In Miami for a tour in Florida Then hop the jet up to Bora Bora Brown hair with your green eyes perfect bra and jean size Spent everything in my Levis just to lay you down my king size So tell me girl when you ready I put it down like its too heavy Know you horny, your pants soaked This new to you, cause your man broke Im doing things that your man dont Im doing down like I cant float Beat it up like Rambo all cramped in this Lambo Im going in, I bum rush it Youll pass out when we done fuckin Youll wake up and forget your man Like I gave you a concussion [Hook] [Verse 2] That limousine, we gettin in it Im loud out, you Fendi fitted Im going hard, he flimsy wit it Im spending money, he stingy wit it Treat you right, Ill spoil you Get you high, Ill boil you Rub you down, Ill oil you Maybe break out a toy or two Im freaky yeah, but loyal too I know your man be ignoring you He break you down I lift you up and make your life more enjoyable Forget your man, hes not the shit We not the same, we opposites He window shop, Im coppin shit Im in the game, he watchin it [Hook]
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