Ruff Nights Up

You can't use the same damn tricks on me
You must've 4gotten who taught you
Promise we could leave it in streets
But make it last
Then we can leave it in the boof
You can't use the same damn tricks on me
You must've 4gotten who taught you
Promise we could leave it in streets
But make it last
Then we can leave it in the boof

She ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
She gon touchdown

She ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
She gon touchdown

Come round
When u say that I can't really fuck round
Chase a maybach and looking for a bussdown
I ain't rich so that shi make me a bum now
Ohhh
Still chasing my kung pow
1 year
But I'm bringing shi to months now
Fuck a countdown a Nigga on a rundown
Stuck in runts now I ain't dead I ain't done child
Ohhh

You can't use the same damn tricks on me
You must've 4gotten who taught you
Promise we could leave it in streets
But make it last
Then we can leave it in the boof
You can't use the same damn tricks on me
You must've 4gotten who taught you
Promise we could leave it in streets
But make it last
Then we can leave it in the boof

She ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
She gon touchdown

She ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
She gon touchdown

Give a fuck now
Left me
So a Nigga leaving love now
Chuck south cause the A Lookin up now
I love da cold but I'm lookin for the sunshine

Rough nights
Real nigga but don't play like a tuff guy
If I do it Ima do it for the 1 time
Chasing fetty but this wap give you 1 eye

You can't use the same damn tricks on me
You must've 4gotten who taught you
Promise we could leave it in streets
But make it last
Then we can leave it in the boof
She ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
She gon touchdown

She ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
Ain't a ball player
She gon touchdown



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Writer(s): Jaylin Powell
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