From First To Last "Hidden Track" |
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. --chorus-- 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. [x2] 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. --chorus-- 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] Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |