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112 - Don't Hate Me lyrics
Chorus] Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me I didn't even know she had a man She said she didn't have a man She said she didn't want a man So don't hate me Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me It's not my fault yo girl tryin' to get at me I didn't even know she had a man She said she didn't have a man She said she didn't want a man So don't hate me [Q] It's a shame, but this game baby I got it in me, ain't no lame when it comes to women I'm all up in 'em Sing a song, take 'em home, make 'em moan, then I'm gone It's really just a thang to me It's a role I shouldn't have to play I see the same things everyday Do her wrong she's gonna play I guess that's why she's callin' me - callin' me If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday - yesterday - yesterday Don't be mad [Chorus] [Slim] How in the hell do you have the audacity Runnin' up on me tryin' to talk to me Checkin' me When you need to be checkin' yourself clown Keepin' yo girl from screwin' around You call yourself a playa tell me how that sound When yo girl is feignin' for me and she wanna be down It's a rule I shouldn't have to play I see the same things everyday Do her wrong she's gonna play I guess that's why she's callin' me - callin' me If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday - yesterday - yesterday You can't be mad [Chorus] [Twista] Girl never seen a dude this down and dirty Thuggin' but he thought handle business but he not Plenty women always wanna hold him just cause he rollin' Claimin' they ain't got no job But petty niggaz they be comin' at you bogus while you clubbin' Try to take you for the women that be fuckin' Talk about how he always huggin' Hope I don't have to hit him with the chrome oven But just because a playa steady ballin' people steady talkin' He say she say get you Bout It I saw yo girl talkin' But to 112 and Twista walkin' to the truck bout to get Parted No snoozin' All the bitches be in big ballin' confusion Niggaz trippin' off the ladies they be losin' Pardon my intrusion That chick about to have you cruisin' for a bruisin' Cause there's rules in this game Playa don't check the pimp, go and check yo hoe Give her that good third in a flip flop colored Excursion For a hit of that blow Don't try to calm lil' momma down, you know them freaky bitches be Don't get done in like Pretty Tone cause yo kitty gone Yo chick just chose me You ain't cut like ? tailors You ain't one of them get higher than helium playaz Or three tone chameleon gators You can't never spit fire on no CD and fade us Lame, greedy instigators Can't see how you mad just cause she date me I could never let a girl make me There's plenty women out here dog so don't hate me [Chorus 2x's |
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