Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside (Woah)
While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind (Woah woah woah)
I [?] but it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be)
And baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside (Woah)
While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind (Woah woah woah)
I [?] but it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be)
And baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up
Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)
On my turf I'm the man, I just purred in your cat
[Verse 1]
I took the pain and the hate when it came wit' it (Bang)
Gave you a little taste of fame and you changed wit' it
They told you not to fuck wit' me but you ain't listen (Yes)
You used to fuck me all night and now you ain't different (Now you ain't different)
I see you starin' off in space like your brain missin'
I used to grip on your little waist while my chain glisten (Ooo)
In the mirror makin' faces while that thing in you
Come up and visit me in prison 'round the gang members (Gang)
I love to show you off 'cause you somethin' serious (Uh)
Who you be textin' all the time? I'm just curious
[Chorus]
Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)
On my turf I'm the man, I just purred in your cat
Finna hurt you when a person make you hurt inside
While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind
I [?] but it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be)
And baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up
Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)
On my turf I'm the man, I just purred in your cat
[Verse 2]
Your lil' pussy feel expensive 'cause my teeth diamonds
Even ate you on your rag, I got pink diamonds
I'ma vampire
They be tellin' stories 'bout me 'round the campfire
I love it when you stand in front of me and wine for me
Used to feel all on your booty when we out in public
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we power it up
He must of told ya', he was 'bout to leave his wife for ya'
And y'all can run off [?]
Thinkin' that the grass is green, I know you tired of it
Then he ran off wit' your money, nigga lyin' to you
[Chorus]
Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside
While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind
I [?] but it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be)
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up
Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)
On my turf I'm the man, I just purred in your cat
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
[Post-Chorus]
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
I'm here, swaggin', pants saggin' and I'm powered up
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
[?] I'm powered up
[Verse 3]
Sharin' moments, I never thought that you would turn on me
I really wanted you, but all you really want is surgery
Found out you still fuck with him, and bae, that hurted me
You can't be lying, under oath, bae, that's perjury
We hold at court, I'm convicting you of burglary
You stole my heart then ran off, you'd like to murder me
I swear when I heal off from this shit, bitch, I swear
I'ma shit on you
[Bridge]
Return of the mack, bitch, I'm turnt on yo' ass
Bought my new bird a bag, while I skrrt in the Jag
See I'm a giver, I got a big heart, and I like to love
But most people are lovers of themselves
[Chorus]
Shit tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside
While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind
I [?] but it ain't like it used to be (It ain't like it used to be)
Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout how I love?
I don't get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up
Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag)
On my turf I'm the man, I just purred in your cat
Tiende a hacer daño cuando una persona te hace daño en el interior (Woah)
Mientras que el ingenio' Me Conozco otro negro tiene su mente (Ni supe woah)
I [?] Pero no es como lo que solía ser (No es como lo que solía ser)
Y el bebé, dime, ¿qué carajo saben 'combate cómo amo?
No me canso, me golpeó el gas, entonces enciende
El retorno del mack, bae Trabajo para la bolsa (bolsa)
En mi territorio Soy el hombre, sólo Ronroneé en su gato
[Verso 1]
Tomé el dolor y el odio cuando llegó el ingenio' él (explosión)
Le dio un poco de sabor de la fama y ha cambiado el ingenio' se
Ellos le dijeron que no coger ingenio' mí, pero no se escuchan (Sí)
Que utilizó para cogerme toda la noche y ahora no es diferente (Ahora no es diferente)
Veo que la mirada fija en el espacio como fuera de su cerebro missin'
Solía agarre en su pequeña cintura mientras mi cadena brillan (Ooo)
En el espejo de Makin' caras mientras que en lo que
Venir a visitarme a la cárcel 'alrededor de los miembros de las bandas (pandillas)
Me encanta mostrarle off 'causa que algo grave (Uh)
[Intro: Che Ecru & Drake]
Before I die I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy
Trips that you plan for the next whole week
Bands too long for a nigga so cheap
And your flex OD, and your sex OD
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (Yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin'
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they hittin' you, the DM lookin' violent
Talkin' wild, you come around and now they silent
Flew the coop at 17, no guidance
You be stayin' low but you know what the vibes is
Ain't never got you nowhere bein' modest
Poppin' shit but only 'cause you know you're poppin', yeah
[Chorus: Drake]
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Lil' baby in her bag, in her Birkin
No nine to five, put the work in
Flaws and all, I love 'em all, to me, you're perfect
Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (Oh-oh)
You got it, girl, you got it, girl (Ooh)
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
Fuck around, give you my last name (Oh)
Know you tired of the same damn thing
That's okay 'cause, baby, you
[Chorus: Drake, Chris Brown & Both]
You got it, girl, you got it (Oh, ooh, ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it (Got it)
I don't wanna
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You the only one I'm tryna make love to, pickin' and choosin'
They ain't really love you, runnin' games, usin'
All your stupid exes, they gon' call again
Tell 'em that a real nigga steppin' in
Don't let them niggas try you, test your patience
Tell 'em that it's over, ain't no debatin' (Uh)
All you need is me playin' on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I don't wanna play no games, play no games (Oh)
Fuck around, give you my last name (My last name)
Know you tired of the same damn thing (Same damn thing)
That's okay 'cause, baby, you
[Chorus: Drake, Chris Brown & Both]
You got it, girl, you got it (Oh, ooh, ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it (Got it)
I don't wanna
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Che Ecru]
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby (Yeah)
Hopefully, we don't have no babies (Ooh)
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
You got it, girl, you got it, oh
[Verse 4: Drake & Chris Brown]
Play no games (No)
Freaky (Freaky)
I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (Woo, woo)
You a lil' hot girl, you a lil' sweetie (No, sweet)
Sweet like Pearland, sweet like Peachtree (Like that)
I can tell you crazy, but shit kind of intrigue me (No, yeah, I like that)
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
Seen it on the 'gram, I'm tryna see that shit in 3D, mami
I know I get around 'cause I like to move freely
(I don't, I don't)
But you could lock it down, I could tell by how you treat me
(I don't, I don't)
I seen how you did homeboy, so please take it easy (No, yeah)
Good to have me on your side, I ain't sayin' that you need me (Yeah, yeah)
Six God talk but I ain't tryna get preachy (No, no, no)
I seen how you did homeboy, please take it easier on me
Cause I don't wanna (No) play no games, play no games
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
(I don't, I don't)
[Outro: Chris Brown]
I don't, I don't
No
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