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Is that real? You pretended to be my friend You made me do this She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin') She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin') Oh man, oh, goddamn (goddamn) Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (again) She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin') She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (she been playin') Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (goddamn) But I got to get this money for real (damn, damn) I don't want to be the man of your life I just want to be your man for the night If the pussy good, yeah, I'ma fuck it twice She been cooking for me, talking Mrs right She get mad I don't give a fuck it's like Too many niggas down for us be wasted time That's just bad timing girl you wildin' Always thinking you know the answer Girl, I swear you Andre Iguodala Know I got the sauce like the restaurants and pasta Put it in her mouth, woah, woah, watch your tonsil Yeah her nigga always getting played like a console Hit it in the morning and I'm moaning like Alonzo Letras de cancionesSay a prayer before I hit like I hit the lotto Panties on her feet, yeah, that's the only way that I know Got to be cooler than that nigga Johnny Bravo And never get big-headed like I'm hey Arnold She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin') She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin') Oh man, oh, goddamn (goddamn) Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (again) She been playing that Drake at night (she been playin') She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (she been playin') Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (goddamn) But I got to get this money for real (damn, damn) From Letras Mania