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letra de no guidance - chris brown

[intro: che ecru & drake]
before i die i’m tryna f-ck you, baby
hopefully we don’t have no babies
i don’t even wanna come back home
hopefully i don’t leave you on your own

[verse 1: drake]
ayy
trips that you’re planning for the next whole week
bands too long for a n-gg- so cheap
and your flex od, and your s-x od
you got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
you got it, girl, you got (yeah)
pretty lil’ thing, you got a bag and now you wildin’
you just took it off the lot, no mileage
where they hittin’ you? the dm lookin’, file in
talkin’ why you come around and now they silent
flew the coop at 17, no guidance
you be stayin’ low but you know what the vibes is
ain’t never got you, know i’m bein’ modest
poppin’ sh-t but only ’cause you know you’re poppin’ (yeah)

[chorus: drake]
you got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
you got it, girl, you got it

[verse 2: chris brown]
lil’ baby in her bag, in a birkin
no 9 to 5, put the work in
flaws and all, i love ’em all, to me, you’re perfect
baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (oh-oh)
you got it, girl, you got it, girl (ooh)

[pre-chorus: chris brown]
i don’t wanna play no games, play no games
f-ck around, give you my last name (oh)
know you tired of the same d-mn thing
that’s okay ’cause baby you…

[chorus: drake, with chris brown]
you got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
you got it, girl, you got it

[verse 3: chris brown]
you the only one i’m tryna make love to, pickin’ and chosin’
they ain’t really love you, runnin’ games, usin’
all your stupid exes, they gon’ call again
tell ’em that a real n-gg- steppin’ in
don’t let them n-gg-s try you, test your patience
tell ’em that it’s over, ain’t no debatin’ (uh)
all you need is me playin’ on your playlist
you ain’t gotta be frustrated

[pre-chorus: chris brown]
i don’t wanna play no games, play no games (oh)
f-ck around, give you my last name (my last name)
know you tired of the same d-mn thing (same d-mn thing)
that’s okay ’cause baby you…

[chorus: drake, chris brown & both]
you got it, girl, you got it (oh, ooh, ayy)
you got it, girl, you got it (got it)
i don’t wanna

[post-chorus: chris brown & che ecru]
before i die i’m tryna f-ck you, baby (yeah)
hopefully we don’t have no babies (ooh)
i don’t even wanna go back home
hopefully i don’t leave you on your own
you got it, girl, you got it, oh

[verse 4: drake & chris brown]
play no games (no)
freaky (freaky)
i can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (woo, woo)
you a lil’ hot girl, you a lil’ sweetie (no, sweet)
sweet like kale and sweet like peach tree (like that)
i can tell you crazy, but sh-t kind of intrigue me (no, yeah, i like that)
(i don’t wanna, i don’t wanna)
seen it on the ‘gram, i’m tryna see sh-t in 3d, mami
i know i get around ’cause i like to move freely
(i don’t, i don’t)
but you could lock it down, i could tell by how you treat me
(i don’t, i don’t)
i seen how you did homeboy, so please take it easy (no, yeah)
good to have me on your side, i ain’t sayin’ that you need me (yeah, yeah)
six god talk but i ain’t tryna get preachy (no, no, no)
i seen how you did homeboy, please take it easier on me
’cause i don’t wanna (no) play no games, play no games
(i don’t wanna, i don’t wanna)
i don’t wanna play no games, play no games
(i don’t, i don’t)

[outro: chris brown]
i don’t, i don’t
no

- chris brown

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