"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
Traduzione: The Game. Non è Fuckin With You.
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
run the game whenever I decide to You little niggas kinda remind me of caillou So fuck you and yo ken, no ryu And if you don't like it, then you got to
and then I owe you the rest I know the game, hoe, cause I'm the best Playin broads ain't based on luck You want money? I wanna fuck And after we do all
politics After parties merchandises shows and verse licks Internet and type of twitting try'na strike ya rich Fussing with my broad cause I ain't got a jaw I ain't
s (FUCK EM!) Closed-minded program directors (FUCK EM!) Internet tough guys (FUCK EM!) Managers that steal and lie (FUCK EM!) Janky ass promoters (FUCK EM!) If they ain't rockin' with
, a beast He don't eat, nigga he feast "You're a barbarian, a savage" "You're a barbarian, a savage" Same jeans, for weeks Out here with the zombies,
game of life in truth or dare Well perfect waking hey sleepy become a perfect nightmare "Mr. Officer, I'm sober I ain't been drinking I ain't perking You
money and I'm a keep it all I ain't make ya shit rain tell ya bitch to get a job The boy with the X is not goin have it with the crew I'm fly everyday
and ask for some change Now I'm in the Range or airplane, it ain't a fair game How I end up, Benz truck with my ends up To prove city housin, wheres plenty
than me? On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth Got it different? You ain't on what you
they ain't supposed to be playin So what we supposed be sayin You niggaz actin like these crackers ain't payin So let's get it (you got it), so let did
Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie And ya aim ain't steady Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy Brain ain't ready, my game ain't
dick it frequently, they always beepin me We do this secretly, so yeah don't speak to me Get noid with Floyd, creep up the backstreet ain't that sweet You don't
phone, my screens spin like crystal balls You ain't know, tell these niggas get me lean way And if the FED's is watching, we leaving trails on the freeway Ain't
The game done changed, it's stangs we bring Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs Real range on death defying leapords, niggaz ain't soft Rougher