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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lindokuhle Mlondi Nyembe
Songwriter
Lyrics
Girl if I don't call you
Please don't ever call me
Life is like my game board
You was just a side piece
Plenty where you came from
I've been changing ladies since from time
It ain't cool anymore
Feel like I'm missing something deep inside
Bona fide player
Product of my hood
Cannot show love
I'll never be understood
Living in a city
City with no love
I cannot let a thot play me, I've been around
I am unfuckwithable, fuckwithable
Yeah, unf*cwithable (Fucwithable)
Yeah
Right before my G there's a O
Bitch I've been the man you can ask all my bros
If Pin say she a target, swear I'll hit it then I'll go
I'm not Dominiique, I'm pretty boy to the hoes
Playboy magazine cover been the goal
But I feel like that shit has been messing up my soul
In a room full of bad girls I feel alone
Wonder if I do this for myself or for the bros
Does it even matter that I'm always switching hoes?
Cannot feel love if I got a specific goal And I don't think I even need this heart, it's too cold
Lotta bad bitches that do nothing for my soul (Yeah yeah)
Bona fide player
Product of my hood
Cannot show care
I'll never be understood
Living in a city
City with no love
I cannot let a thot play me, I've been around
I am unfuckwithable, (Fuckwithable)
Yeah, unfuckwithable (Fuckwithable)
Writer(s): Lindokuhle Nyembe
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