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I'm getting a little tiredOf your broken promises, promisesLookin' at your pagerSeein' different numbers, numbersCall you on your cellYou're hangin' with the fellas, fellasHangin' with my girlsYou always gettin' jealous, jealousI was with you when You didn't have no dollas, no dollasHangin' at the cribChillin' with your momma, your mommaNever fronted youNever brought the drama, the dramaNow you flip the scriptPlaya, pleaseNo, I'm not the one(Say it again, say it again, oh)No, I'm not the one(You do or you don't)[1] - You do or you don't, don'tYou will or you won't, won'tNo moreNo more, baby I'ma do rightYou can or you can't, can'tBe a man, be a man, manNo moreNo more, baby I'ma do rightYou treat me like a ladyWhen you open doors, doorsBut then you wanna frontWhen you're with your boys, your boysHow you gonna play meWhen I bought your clothes, your clothesThe ones that you be wearin'When you with your hoes, your hoesI know you never thoughtThat I would have the nerve, the nerveThink about it moreSince you at the curb, the curbBlowin' up my pagerSay you want a chance, a chanceListen when I sayPlaya, please[Repeat 1][2] - No, I'm not the one(Baby, I'ma do right, do right)No, I'm not the one(Baby, I'ma do right, do right)[Repeat 2]I just wanna knowWhat happened to our loveWe used to be best friendsWhere did it go wrongWhen you gonna seeHow good it is with meI'm tired and I'm through With all your "listen baby"[Rap]Listen what, playa chill nowTell me how you gon' cite me when I found outHoney gotta break it down, downI said it ain't no thingGirl, what's my name? Keelay, KeelayLook me in the face and tell meWhat the dealie, dealieOh, you wanna go shade nowBut I'm paid now, I know that you hate thatOh, you got the one now, you warm nowCuz you thought you'd come right back, save thatYou could do whatever to me, and be together with meLike you do better than me (you do or you don't)No more, never for me[There are two versions of the rap!][Here is the second version]Hey yo you promised me Kate SpadeBut that was last year boy in the 8th gradeBut you ain't Biggie baby boy, so no it ain't "one more chance"And when yo friends around you don't wanna hold my handAnd now you see a girl stylin' and wildin' inside the mixHoppin' out the whips the whips the five and sixYes fly crone, so pardon my toneHere go a quarter go call Tyrone[Repeat 1][Repeat 2][Repeat 2]No, I'm not the one(Say it again, s-say it, say it again)No, I'm not the one(Say it again, s-say it, say it again)No, I'm not the one(I could do bad all by myself)No, I'm not the one(I'm not the one, the one)[Repeat 1 to fade]more