Its Klique
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Uh, eight shells on the tight rope
Scrolling with the Klique
You get deleted like a typo
Woke up in the morning
Wondering where the hell the night go
Feeling like maestro
I might go, psycho
I'm liable to Michael
Take your pick
The Tyson, the Jordan, the Myers
Flick the Bic
I put the Olympic torch to the fire
Imma take a breath full baby
I'mma drip it like Lil Baby
This crib got me going crazy
I done went and made a baby
I done went and made mistakes
That I can never go and change
And I ain't talking bout my baby
Dawg I'm talking bout these ladies
Blocking out my shine
They be acting super shady
She said "what about me?"
Well what about you
You kept on playing games
I started to doubt you,
Manipulated me
I hate that my love found you
You kept on playing games
Can't make it to round two
Oh no
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Look
Said I ain't playing no more
Roll a J and smoke more
I been digging in my bag
I don't play my own horn
Trumpets, who you vote for
I got friends in zone four
Who lost everything they had
Shit, who you going broke for
Glass house
Who you throwing stones for
Burnt Bridges
And I got enough gas for four more
Plot on saving the world
Or a world tour
Couple grand on the dash
And a gun in the floor board
In my mom's Ford Taurus
Use to floor it
And make sure that I filled it
With gas before morning
One night I walked in the door
And she said "what about me?"
She said "what about me?"
She said "you need to grow more"
It went down like round three
Now I rent the whole floor
I be with the whole team
We ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Rob Pimp - Selfish (feat. Klique) Lyrics
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Its Klique
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Uh, eight shells on the tight rope
Scrolling with the Klique
You get deleted like a typo
Woke up in the morning
Wondering where the hell the night go
Feeling like maestro
I might go, psycho
I'm liable to Michael
Take your pick
The Tyson, the Jordan, the Myers
Flick the Bic
I put the Olympic torch to the fire
Imma take a breath full baby
I'mma drip it like Lil Baby
This crib got me going crazy
I done went and made a baby
I done went and made mistakes
That I can never go and change
And I ain't talking bout my baby
Dawg I'm talking bout these ladies
Blocking out my shine
They be acting super shady
She said "what about me?"
Well what about you
You kept on playing games
I started to doubt you,
Manipulated me
I hate that my love found you
You kept on playing games
Can't make it to round two
Oh no
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Look
Said I ain't playing no more
Roll a J and smoke more
I been digging in my bag
I don't play my own horn
Trumpets, who you vote for
I got friends in zone four
Who lost everything they had
Shit, who you going broke for
Glass house
Who you throwing stones for
Burnt Bridges
And I got enough gas for four more
Plot on saving the world
Or a world tour
Couple grand on the dash
And a gun in the floor board
In my mom's Ford Taurus
Use to floor it
And make sure that I filled it
With gas before morning
One night I walked in the door
And she said "what about me?"
She said "what about me?"
She said "you need to grow more"
It went down like round three
Now I rent the whole floor
I be with the whole team
We ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Uh, eight shells on the tight rope
Scrolling with the Klique
You get deleted like a typo
Woke up in the morning
Wondering where the hell the night go
Feeling like maestro
I might go, psycho
I'm liable to Michael
Take your pick
The Tyson, the Jordan, the Myers
Flick the Bic
I put the Olympic torch to the fire
Imma take a breath full baby
I'mma drip it like Lil Baby
This crib got me going crazy
I done went and made a baby
I done went and made mistakes
That I can never go and change
And I ain't talking bout my baby
Dawg I'm talking bout these ladies
Blocking out my shine
They be acting super shady
She said "what about me?"
Well what about you
You kept on playing games
I started to doubt you,
Manipulated me
I hate that my love found you
You kept on playing games
Can't make it to round two
Oh no
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Look
Said I ain't playing no more
Roll a J and smoke more
I been digging in my bag
I don't play my own horn
Trumpets, who you vote for
I got friends in zone four
Who lost everything they had
Shit, who you going broke for
Glass house
Who you throwing stones for
Burnt Bridges
And I got enough gas for four more
Plot on saving the world
Or a world tour
Couple grand on the dash
And a gun in the floor board
In my mom's Ford Taurus
Use to floor it
And make sure that I filled it
With gas before morning
One night I walked in the door
And she said "what about me?"
She said "what about me?"
She said "you need to grow more"
It went down like round three
Now I rent the whole floor
I be with the whole team
We ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Put it to the top
Coming straight from the floor
Oh
I ain't playing no more
I ain't playing no more
Built this shit to the top
From the floor now
Writer: Dylan Roberts, Rob Pemberton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid