Dead Baby Kickball

Girl, you must think that I'm crazy But we all know you's a cutie And you're all like, "Nuh, uh, boys don't wanna get with me" Girl, please I can see right through those fake-colored contacts Your eyes ain't blue I bet that hair's held by glue [Chorus] Hey, shorty, why you playing games? These games were played, the rules were made You dropped these names and now you got nothing to say It's like an episode of Cheaters And I'm that dude with the gun hiding cameras in your bedroom Girl, I know what you've done I might be your baby's daddy, but that don't mean shit When every dude on the block knows that you're a trick [Chorus] Uh, I'm not a rockstar but still tend to rock hard You trying to play games, tease and trying to keep me rock hard Trying to make me slap you and see me in a cop car Catch me speeding in stock cars expecting me to stop hard You playing with the mind of the craziest kind Telling me how much you love me when I know that you're lying You must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving I went from last to first but this is First to Last And I'm the Major League Playa, you can kiss my ass, trick Drop it like it's hot Shake it like a salt shaker Fuck you