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letra de no games (remix) lyrics (ft. future, meek mill & wale) - rick ross

can’t play no games with these n-gg-s
can’t play no games with these n-gg-s, they’re so fake and they phony
can’t play no games with these b-tches, they treat me like i’m tony
can’t play no games with these n-gg-s

can’t play no games with these n-gg-s
can’t play no games with these n-gg-s
can’t play no games with these b-tches
can’t play no games with these b-tches
can’t play no games with these n-gg-s, they’re so fake and they phony
can’t play no games with these b-tches, they treat me like i’m tony
can’t play no games with these n-gg-s
can’t play no games with these b-tches

kilo in the kitchen, p-ssy n-gg-s merry christmas
b-tches taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer
say a n-gg- name you know you f-cking with them killers
walking through the club only salute the real n-gg-s
ain’t no bottles on your table, p-ssy boy go get your gwolla
hoes don’t credit p-ssy so you can’t pay her tomorrow
b-tch just bought a house she can’t afford to run her mouth
i run all these fields, i run the game, not just the south
bow down to the biggest, belaire i be spilling
counting all this paper, no games with these p-ssy n-gg-s
double m, we poppin’, shoppin’ buying new clothes
heard your sh-t keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed

can’t play no games with these lames, i’m getting money like tony
three chains on my neck these b-tches brushin’ up on it
hundred grand on my watch, you don’t feel me then f-ck ’em
if you playin’ with work, we either feed ’em or touch ’em
i play no games with these hoes, get a ticket a show
fed follow a n-gg- like it’s a brick at a show
vip choppa, rollie be matchin’
ho know we f-ckin’, so don’t even ask em
i play no games at the bar, all i see is ciroc
three bottles for diddy, three hoes in the car
no love for these skeezers, we party and f-ck ’em
every day is a party so every day we like f-ck ‘em

n-gg-s sellin’ dope just tryin’ to come up in the game
say it’s for the fam but spendin’ a hundred on the chain
n-gg-s go for self when they caught up in the fame
run back to a n-gg- when them shots get to sprayin’
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
now we holdin’ hands
success another gamble, b-tch i took a chance
jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen
then i got a porsche, my b-tch wanted a bentley

- rick ross

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