No Guidance Songtext
von Chris Brown & Drake
No Guidance Songtext
Before I die I′m tryna f- you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don′t even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
Ayy
Trips that you plan for the next whole week
Bands too long for a n- so cheap
And your flex OD, and your sex OD
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (Yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin′
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they hittin′ you, the DM lookin' violent
Talkin′ wild, you come around and now they silent
Flew the coop at 17, no guidance
You be stayin' low but you know what the vibes is
Ain′t never got you nowhere bein' modest
Poppin′ shit but only 'cause you know you're poppin′, yeah
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
Lil′ baby in her bag, in her Birkin
No nine to five put the work in
Flaws and all, I love 'em all, to me, you′re perfect
Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (Oh-oh)
You got it, girl, you got it, girl (Ooh)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
F- around, give you my last name (Oh)
Know you tired of the same damn thing
That′s okay 'cause baby you
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
You the only one I′m tryna make love to, pickin' and choosin'
They ain′t really love you, runnin′ games, usin'
All your stupid exes, they gon′ call again
Tell 'em that a real n- steppin′ in
Don't let them n- try you, test your patience
Tell ′em that it's over, ain't no debatin′ (Uh)
All you need is me playin′ on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
I don′t wanna play no games, play no games (Oh)
F- around, give you my last name (My last name)
Know you tired of the same damn thing (Same damn thing)
That's okay ′cause baby you
You got it, girl, you got it (Oh, ooh, ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it (Got it)
I don't wanna
(Before I die, I′m tryna f- you, baby (Yeah)
Hopefully, we don't have no babies (Ooh)
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don′t leave you on your own)
You got it, girl, you got it, oh
Play no games (No)
Freaky (Freaky)
I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (Woo, woo)
You a lil′ hot girl, you a lil' sweetie (No, sweet)
Sweet like candy land and sweet like peach tree (Like that)
I can tell you crazy, but sh- it kind of intrigue me (No, yeah, I like that)
(I don′t wanna, I don't wanna)
Seen it on the ′gram, I'm tryna see that shit in 3D, mami
I know I get around ′cause I like to move freely
(I don't, I don't)
But you could lock it down, I could tell by how you treat me
(I don′t, I don′t)
I seen how you did homeboy, so please take it easy (No, yeah)
Good to have me on your side, I ain't sayin′ that you need me (Yeah, yeah)
Six God talk but I ain't tryna get preachy (No, no, no)
I seen how you did homeboy, please take it easier on me
′Cause I don't wanna (No) play no games, play no games
(I don′t wanna, I don't wanna)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
(I don′t, I don′t)
(I don't, I don′t)
No
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don′t even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
Ayy
Trips that you plan for the next whole week
Bands too long for a n- so cheap
And your flex OD, and your sex OD
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (Yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin′
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they hittin′ you, the DM lookin' violent
Talkin′ wild, you come around and now they silent
Flew the coop at 17, no guidance
You be stayin' low but you know what the vibes is
Ain′t never got you nowhere bein' modest
Poppin′ shit but only 'cause you know you're poppin′, yeah
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
Lil′ baby in her bag, in her Birkin
No nine to five put the work in
Flaws and all, I love 'em all, to me, you′re perfect
Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (Oh-oh)
You got it, girl, you got it, girl (Ooh)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
F- around, give you my last name (Oh)
Know you tired of the same damn thing
That′s okay 'cause baby you
You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
You the only one I′m tryna make love to, pickin' and choosin'
They ain′t really love you, runnin′ games, usin'
All your stupid exes, they gon′ call again
Tell 'em that a real n- steppin′ in
Don't let them n- try you, test your patience
Tell ′em that it's over, ain't no debatin′ (Uh)
All you need is me playin′ on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
I don′t wanna play no games, play no games (Oh)
F- around, give you my last name (My last name)
Know you tired of the same damn thing (Same damn thing)
That's okay ′cause baby you
You got it, girl, you got it (Oh, ooh, ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it (Got it)
I don't wanna
(Before I die, I′m tryna f- you, baby (Yeah)
Hopefully, we don't have no babies (Ooh)
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don′t leave you on your own)
You got it, girl, you got it, oh
Play no games (No)
Freaky (Freaky)
I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (Woo, woo)
You a lil′ hot girl, you a lil' sweetie (No, sweet)
Sweet like candy land and sweet like peach tree (Like that)
I can tell you crazy, but sh- it kind of intrigue me (No, yeah, I like that)
(I don′t wanna, I don't wanna)
Seen it on the ′gram, I'm tryna see that shit in 3D, mami
I know I get around ′cause I like to move freely
(I don't, I don't)
But you could lock it down, I could tell by how you treat me
(I don′t, I don′t)
I seen how you did homeboy, so please take it easy (No, yeah)
Good to have me on your side, I ain't sayin′ that you need me (Yeah, yeah)
Six God talk but I ain't tryna get preachy (No, no, no)
I seen how you did homeboy, please take it easier on me
′Cause I don't wanna (No) play no games, play no games
(I don′t wanna, I don't wanna)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
(I don′t, I don′t)
(I don't, I don′t)
No
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