| Playa no more
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| I don’t wanna be a playa no more
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| I don’t wanna be a playa no more
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a playa
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| I don’t wan' be a playa with you
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| Girl, I don’t understand what you
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| Want, but I’m tryna make plans with you
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| South Beach, don’t bring sand with you
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| South Beach, I hope you don’t bring sand with you
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| Out to eat, every menu, I’ll explain it to you
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| What you mean, you ain’t eatin'? |
| I ain’t playin' with you
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| I’m just sayin', I’m the mothafuckin' man, nigga
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| Louis checkers on my sweatshirt
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| Try to draw this, I’m an artist, you a sketcher
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| On my grown shit, I get nauseous tryna sweat her
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| I’m the coldest, I recorded this in a sweater
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| Why you playin', shawty? |
| I could put you on, yeah
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| I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
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| But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
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| Why you playin', shawty? |
| I could put you on, yeah
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| I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
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| But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
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| Shawty, I don’t wanna play them games no more
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| Used to be a dog, I ain’t the same no more, no
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| I ain’t tryna be forgettin' names no more, no
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| I swear I ain’t dodgin' Cupid’s aim no more
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| So, shawty, what’s up with you?
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| Ain’t gotta tell you, you already know I fuck with you
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| Pretty face, pretty smile, I’m in love with you
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| Sike, no, but maybe I can fall in love with you
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| Yeah, maybe, baby, me plus you can be an item
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| All them bitches I be just hittin', don’t really like 'em
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| I’ma keep it up with you, bitches, I just one night 'em
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| But with you it’s all the way different, I’m tryna wife you, girl
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| Why you playin', shawty? |
| I could put you on, yeah
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| I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
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| But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
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| Why you playin', shawty? |
| I could put you on, yeah
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| I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
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| But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
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| Baby girl I hope the time is right
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| Time’s right
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| She said, «Quavo I hope your mind is right
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| I hope your mind is right»
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| Christian Loub', she gon' bleed tonight, yeah
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| Please tell me I ain’t bleedin' right
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| When she leave I hope she need a ride
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| Then we pull up to the bando (SKRRR!)
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| I’m the one she call on (BRRRR)
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| I gotta leave my dogs alone (damn)
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| You can’t give an old dog a new bone
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| In other words, baby girl, I’m comin' on home
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| Girl, you know we shine like diamonds in the sky
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| I don’t wanna be a playa no more, no I can’t lie
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| Why you playin', shawty? |
| I could put you on, yeah
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| I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
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| But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
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| Why you playin', shawty? |
| I could put you on, yeah
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| I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
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| But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more |