Na**im zerdani - No games lyrics

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Na**im zerdani - No games lyrics

Can't play no games with these n***as Can't play no games with these n***as Can't play no games with these b**hes Can't play no games with these b**hes Can't play no games with these n***as, they're so fake and phony Can't play no games with these b**hes, they treat me like I'm Tony Can't play no games with these n***as Can't play no games with these b**hes [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Kilo in the kitchen, p**y n***as merry christmas b**hes taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer Say a n***a name you know you f**ing with them k**ers Walking through the club only salute the real n***as Ain't no bottles on your table, p**y boy go get your wallet Hoes don't credit p**y so you can't pay her tomorrow b**h just bought a house she can't afford to run her mouth [?] 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**y n***as Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buying new clothes Heard your sh** keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Can't play no games with these lames, I'm getting money like Tony Three chains on my neck these b**hes brushin' up on it Hundred grand on my watch, you don't feel me then f** '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***a like it's a brick at a show VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin' Ho know we f**in', so don't even ask him 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** 'em Every day is a party so every day we like f** ‘em [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] n***as sellin' dope just tryin' to come up in the game Say it's for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain n***as go to self when they get caught up in the fame Run back to a n***a when them shots get to sprayin' BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! Now we holdin' hands Success another gamble, b**h I took a chance Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen Then I got a Porsche, my b**h wanted a Bentley