HA HA

This ain't a game, this ain't funny
I been hurting her stomach, ha ha

This ain't a game, this ain't funny, no ha ha
I been hurting her stomach, she go, ah-ah
This ain't a trap, but she my Bunny, Hugh Hefner
And I cannot shut up, I'm singing like Roddy, blocka blocka
This ain't a game, this ain't funny, no ha ha
I been hurting her stomach, she go, ah-ah
This ain't a trap, but she my Bunny, Hugh Hefner
And I cannot shut up, I'm singing like Roddy, blocka blocka

Lovin' with me get you murdered
Cupid gon' shoot your head up like my servant
I got your pictures but I'd rather burn em'
Heres all your, clothes I should probably return em'
Two double D's, I be sucking to burn em'
She's on a leash it's okay, she won't hurt you
Fuckin' her I feel like Tjay, she hurting

Race, off I go
Shawty ridin' my face like a rodeo
She a good driver like Hamilton on the road, meanwhile her ex losing races to Mario
I'd be okay eating you everyday, I tell her every day
No Faze but I came to play, I got cheat codes you gon' hate but let me not ruin the date

And I love it when you call me over, I be like woah
And I like it when we go skin on skin, I be like Woah my
Take of them clothes and go straight to the room I ain't done
Nah I ain't done, I ain't done, nah

I'm staying up til' like ten in the morning
She got me going all red, I ain't lying
That's the reflection of Satan shining on me, now I'm losing my sight
Blind in love, ice in my cup, knock it down twice and I'm gone
I'm alone, sad and cold while she having fun blowing smoke

This ain't a game, this ain't funny, no ha ha
I been hurting her stomach, she go, ah-ah
This ain't a trap, but she my Bunny, Hugh Hefner
And I cannot shut up, I'm singing like Roddy, blocka blocka
This ain't a game, this ain't funny, no ha ha
I been hurting her stomach, she go, ah-ah
This ain't a trap, but she my Bunny, Hugh Hefner
And I cannot shut up, I'm singing like Roddy, blocka blocka



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Writer(s): Calum Hall
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