Just 4 You
Just for you
For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes)
No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah
Let's just say, I give up my gators (what?)
Tailor made suits, different flavors (what?)
Got my Cadillac so, no more swingin' in the road
Drive the speed limit, wavin' at the neighbors (hey-ah)
Let's just say, I went and called my player partners
No more hollerin' at boppers
If they boppin', I can't hang around (hell nah)
We take a picture, IG it, Facebook it
I tweeted it just to show the way I'm comin' now
For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes)
No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah
Let's just say, I get with my late-night, called a freak (freak)
I stop bendin' corners, no more hangin' in the streets (streets)
I give up my time spent just rollin' with the beats (beats)
I'm only for you, and only you, I play for keeps (keeps)
You keep me on my toes, you know I'm on my best behav' (hav')
I gave up all that playin', just so we could do it major (major)
We can buy it all, you can shop, I get the paper (paper)
I spend it all, spend it all (just for you)
For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes)
No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah
The love here is real, I ain't flockin' with them pigeons
I'm done with the mac and cheese, over for these chickens
I'm finally out the game, I'm rippin' up the player card
Might just get a ring
Take a knee, and do it, Lord
You done met my mama, so you knowin' that it's true
Plenty bags for a slab, and a house come with it too
Elevated to the top, here the key for the lock
Ain't no love for them thots
All this love that we got, no more playin' games
For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes)
No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah
Let's just say, I give up my gators (what?)
Tailor made suits, different flavors (what?)
Got my Cadillac so, no more swingin' in the road
Drive the speed limit, wavin' at the neighbors (hey-ah)
Let's just say, I went and called my player partners
No more hollerin' at boppers
If they boppin', I can't hang around (hell nah)
We take a picture, IG it, Facebook it
I tweeted it just to show the way I'm comin' now
For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes)
No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah
Let's just say, I get with my late-night, called a freak (freak)
I stop bendin' corners, no more hangin' in the streets (streets)
I give up my time spent just rollin' with the beats (beats)
I'm only for you, and only you, I play for keeps (keeps)
You keep me on my toes, you know I'm on my best behav' (hav')
I gave up all that playin', just so we could do it major (major)
We can buy it all, you can shop, I get the paper (paper)
I spend it all, spend it all (just for you)
For you, I'd stop playin' hard to get, hard to get
Just for you
For you, I'd give up all that nonsense, nonsense
Just for you
For you, I'd let you meet my mama 'nem, mama 'nem (my Mama Dukes)
No more player, player, player, player, player, yeah
The love here is real, I ain't flockin' with them pigeons
I'm done with the mac and cheese, over for these chickens
I'm finally out the game, I'm rippin' up the player card
Might just get a ring
Take a knee, and do it, Lord
You done met my mama, so you knowin' that it's true
Plenty bags for a slab, and a house come with it too
Elevated to the top, here the key for the lock
Ain't no love for them thots
All this love that we got, no more playin' games
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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