Im getting a little tired Of your broken promises, promises Lookin at your pager Seein different numbers, numbers Call you on your cell Youre hangin with the fellas, fellas Hangin with my girls You always gettin jealous, jealous I was with you when You didnt have no dollas, no dollas Hangin at the crib Chillin with your momma, your momma Never fronted you Never brought the drama, the drama Now you flip the script Playa, please No, Im not the one (Say it again, say it again, oh) No, Im not the one (You do or you dont) [1] - You do or you dont, dont You will or you wont, wont No more No more, baby Ima do right You can or you cant, cant Be a man, be a man, man No more No more, baby Ima do right You treat me like a lady When you open doors, doors But then you wanna front When youre with your boys, your boys How you gonna play me When I bought your clothes, your clothes The ones that you be wearin When you with your hoes, your hoes I know you never thought That I would have the nerve, the nerve Think about it more Since you at the curb, the curb Blowin up my pager Say you want a chance, a chance Listen when I say Playa, please [Repeat 1] [2] - No, Im not the one (Baby, Ima do right, do right) No, Im not the one (Baby, Ima do right, do right) [Repeat 2] I just wanna know What happened to our love We used to be best friends Where did it go wrong When you gonna see How good it is with me Im tired and Im through With all your "listen baby" [Rap] Listen what, playa chill now Tell me how you gon cite me when I found out Honey gotta break it down, down I said it aint no thing Girl, whats my name? Keelay, Keelay Look me in the face and tell me What the dealie, dealie Oh, you wanna go shade now But Im paid now, I know that you hate that Oh, you got the one now, you warm now Cuz you thought youd come right back, save that You could do whatever to me, and be together with me Like you do better than me (you do or you dont) No more, never for me [There are two versions of the rap!] [Here is the second version] Hey yo you promised me Kate Spade But that was last year boy in the 8th grade But you aint Biggie baby boy, so no it aint "one more chance" And when yo friends around you dont wanna hold my hand And now you see a girl stylin and wildin inside the mix Hoppin out the whips the whips the five and six Yes fly crone, so pardon my tone Here go a quarter go call Tyrone [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2] [Repeat 2] No, Im not the one (Say it again, s-say it, say it again) No, Im not the one (Say it again, s-say it, say it again) No, Im not the one (I could do bad all by myself) No, Im not the one (Im not the one, the one)
Artist: 3LW
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