Cher LloydPlaya Boi

No playa boy can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of Them boys always actin so mean Hands down in the dirt Don't come clean Like a hole and a 3 letter donkey Rule the band, let me teach you something 'Cause your mama never thought you nothing Cover out could you keep on fighting Listen up turn it up Listen up, turn it up. Chorus: The playa boy can win my love The sweetness that I'm thinking of He got me in the gangsta stands He needs a rock all the sickest brands And giving up that bad romance I make a move nothin left to chance So don't you mess with me! Can't touch me liar I'm fire You and all your trick's expired You ride really needs new tyres boom boom boom boom TYRES! You like my kicks let me kick you Like I twilight fan imma bite ya Turn around let me cee lo forget ya. Listen up turn it up Listen up turn it up CHORUS Baby gotta get real (you want me lookin your way) Imma have to feel (you want me lookin your way) Baby gotta get real (YEAH GO AND GET REAL)! CHORUS X2
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