Ain't Fuckin With You Lyrics - Game

"Ain't Fuckin With You" 

[Intro] 

That T.M. shit, that T.M. shit 

Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit 

That T.M. shit Game! 

[Chorus: unknown singer (The Game)] 

I don't care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day 

(I ain't fuckin wit'chu) 

You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight 

(I ain't fuckin wit'chu) 

You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight 

(I ain't fuckin wit'chu) 

Could be another night, girl, but tonight 

(I ain't fuckin wit'chu) 

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[The Game] 

I'm tired of playin your games, you pissin me off 

I'm watchin LeBron so holla when this shit go off 

You say I be trippin but really it's you that be gone 

Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me dome 

I ain't tryin to hear that, I'm just tryin to chill 

So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike Jones grill 

All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans 

Dancin like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50 

Tryin to get me but I back out, I could blow your back out 

Lay you down, put it in the hole, like Stackhouse 

We used to hit midtown, throwin all them stacks out 

Run through the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out 

Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out 

You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you tryin to act out 

Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is that 'bout? 

You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house 

Black out 

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[Chorus] 

[The Game] 

Bitch, I'm rollin 21's and over 

Not the club, the dubs on that platinum Range Rover 

My neck's so iced out, my wrists so shined up 

I make hoes line up, see a pole climb up 

Brown sugar or light skin, black or white skin 

If she could drop it low then she could be my night friend 

Or my one night stand, if she got a nice tan 

Before I leave I cut the light off of your nightstand 

Back to the house, my girl wanna have real sex 

Nah, I keep my kids like Britney Spears' ex 

Take her back to the future, I ain't even here yet 

And that line was fly, bitch I'm a Leer jet 

[Chorus] 

[The Game] 

Stop playin girl, stop playin 

Stop playin girl, stop playin! 

Stop playin girl, stop playin 

I said stop playin, you better stop playin 

'Fore I break you off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that 

Banana split that, but a real nigga had to sit back 

Cause that's what we do, when girls be with the chit-chat 

Every mornin on "The View", them girls be with the chit-chat 

Enough with all the riff-raff, let me see your cat walk 

I'm old school, Garfield, I can make your cat talk 

But I'm a gangsta, so I'ma back off 

Keyshia and DMX, I'll leave yo' ass with that thought 

For real 

[Chorus] 

[Outro] 

That T.M. shit, uh-huh, that T.M. shit 

Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit 

That T.M. shit Game!