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Just playing it off part 1

It's one more argument about where I have been.
I hit you with the same line, I was with a friend.
What were we doing, we were going in on that Madden and time slipped away again.
Girl I hit you up and I get your voice mail, leave a message at the beep.
Here your ass go again in these streets.
When I see your ass, we gonna have beef.
You call me right back and say you with your girls riding deep.
When I am not at home, you blowing up my line.
When you gone, I call that ass about 12 times.
We be flexing like we ain't on each other's minds.
I was waiting by the phone for your call.
Thinking about putting that ass against the wall.
You know you be thinking about me when you take the time to pause.
This is just the game we play and our ego is the cause.
I see your lights as you pull up and I jump in the bed.
I play it off like you weren't in my head.
You pull the blanket like you don't know what's next.
It's all good I love it when you flex.
I would go to war about you.
So you can pull the covers, hell you can grip the pillow too.
We always fight but I always tie with you.
Then we take the night places with no socks and shoes.



Written by Poeticsincebirth (Carlos)
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