His Game's Up
Ain’t that just like a fool, telling a gang-a-lies
Thinking golden stories, are gonna fool her eyes.
He doesn’t think that she knows, that in the heat of the night
His low-down-and-dirty self, is not worth the fight.
He didn’t know her at all; and it was a big surprise
When he found out he would never again, touch those thighs
There’s no more an existence of what he called love
Being single and not caring, she can fly like a dove.
She can really give shit, for him life has in store.
He’s away from her side and she’s blessed. He can’t hurt her no more
Gone are the days, of her private affair
She’s grown-up now and has hopped in her Rover, after doin her nails and hair.
With her tank and her skirt riding up her thighs looking good!
High as the sky, flyer than fuck. If she wasn’t so far away, I would.
She’s done with his games. Now this bitch has some of her own.
Starting with those stupid-ass lames, that she’s leaving alone.
With those biggo titties and that biggo ass
This bitch is getting her groove on finally at last.
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