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I don't wanna get the best of you
Yo, yo
You put me on
I can't let, let him go no
Can't let you get, oh no
He has a little game that he plays
Clever little ways and a hot boy style
Racks up on the dough that he makes
Flash a little cash, watch girls wild out
Lately he's been checking for me
Telling me how much he wants to be
Wants to be the one to replace
Replace the man that waits at home for me
But oh no, I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes then you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong, I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me, the best of me

So busy trying to play with my head
Telling me how he could blow my mind
Something about the things that he said
Made me wanna take it there one time
I should be walking away
'Cause his hands up on my thigh
Should I leave, should I stay?
After all it's just one night
But oh no, I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes then you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong, I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me, the best of me
Yo, yo, yo, I got so many bags of money
That they won't fit in the bank
And I'mma do this just like Tony did it to Frank
But I'mma make sure both y'all win
Let him keep the place you move
And I'mma pay both y'all rent
So forget about the condo and come to the crib
'Cause the castle over the mountain come with a bridge
You know literally we can go shopping in Italy
Hand on her thigh, she ain't wanna get rid of me
And she don't drink or know how a L look
Chanel look mixed with the Pete Arnell look
You just stay pretty while I'm running the city
When I whip the V you can hold the joint if you with me
Vacation cost a hundred and fifty, we living it up
I put it on your ass if you giving it up
And you know I'm not a hater
And if you feel bad then you can call him later
And tell him you all Jada's
But oh no, I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes then you put it on me
You ain't gonna get to me
You can't get the best of me
But oh no, I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes then you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong, I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me
But oh no, I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes then you put it on me
Yeah, oh yeah, oh no, yeah
But oh no, I can't let you get the best of me

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American Football were an emo band from Urbana, Illinois, United States, active from 1997 to 2000.
The band was formed by guitarist and singer Mike Kinsella (formerly of Cap'n Jazz, Joan of Arc, Owls and currently of Owen) and drummer Steve Lamos (formerly of The One Up Downstairs and currently of The Geese), and also included guitar player Steve Holmes. The band had few live performances and disbanded less than a year after releasing their self-titled album; still...

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