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Stay Down
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The Game
Featuring(s) : Bryson Tiller
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You say ain't trill, you right Huh Still, yeah So go and tell me why Why you upset (Yeah), why you frownin’? (Why) Why you frownin', why you down, and (Yeah) Niggas wildin', love to waste time, and (That’s right) Play her like violin, I had to dial in (Phone-up, yeah) Yeah, I had to dial-in, you was the angel that got assigned him You had to change him, had to remind him Love was a danger, right then I chimed in (I had to chime in) Why even try him? You ain't on the side of him And if it's not him, I guess it's mine then I played the side then, guess I'm the main now Got a man, boy can run and play games now (Play the games now) I know it's strange how (Yeah), you get the praise now You get the claim now Things been so much different since I came 'round She say, "Damn," like she trippin' out the Greyhound Call me (Call me), soon as the plane down when you saw me (Girl, yeah) Smiles on your face now ’til your jaws weak (Yeah) Ain’t nobody else it's all me (It’s all me) Since you met me it was all me (Yeah), for real (Real) 'Til the mornin', 'til the evenin’ (Evenin') I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it) If he was decent, wait 'til you see this (Yeah) I better love you, more than he can (More than he can) 'Til the mornin', 'til the evenin' I give you real love, when you need it If he was decent, wait 'til you see this I better love you, more than he can Wake up, break up, make up, play fuck Lay up, no sleep, no sex, say less Get dressed, then trade up Two cribs, revolvin' doors, A.M., P.M I'm in, I'm out, she stressed, she saw a DM And I'm still not a player, but you still a hater Elevator to the top, hah, see you later, I'm gone New A.P., pimped out piece In-house cheeks, Z-4 pimped out seats Penthouse, sweet, lease with an option to buy Coppin' the five-oh Benz, for when I'm not in the sky Puffin' a lot, sippin' on that Cliquot Up in the Benz, Heathrow with this freak hoe Drippin' like I'm G Perico I ain't a player but I crush a lot Throw up the Duss', I'm about gettin' loot And I knock them boots on that Roosevelt roof I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just crush a lot Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin' for Stay down, stay down, stay down 'Til the mornin', 'til the evenin' (Evenin') I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it) If he was decent, wait 'til you see this (Yeah) I better love you, more than he can (More than he can) 'Til the mornin', 'til the evenin' I give you real love, when you need it If he was decent, wait 'til you see this I better love you, more than he can I don't wanna be a player no more Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin' for Stay down, stay down, stay down I don't wanna be a player no more Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin' for Stay down, stay down, stay down Stay down, stay down, stay down Stay down, stay down, stay down Stay down, stay down, stay down
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