Bj Chicago Kid

Knock knock, here we go.
She wanna play again, but a nigga ain't gone go.
She go from the safe house to the trap house, then back to my front door.
She on the same old shit, wanna see a nigga fall.
Now here we go again.
But I like it though
(yeah, yeah)
Every man love a good thang, hard to let it go (yeah, yeah)
Forget what they say, they know how the game go
(yeah, yeah)
And i aint that nigga that's gone be chasing no, i know how the game go.
(yeah, yeah)

(Chorus ×2)
Roses pretty red, she love to keep me going, playing with my head.
She know a nigga ain't got time for it.
Roses pretty red, she love to keep me going, playing with my head.
But a nigga in love with it.

She wanna go left, i wanna go right
And I don't know; if she really down, or just for the hype.
And I be going through her pictures; double tapping, showing i like.
Whats the use of having venom baby if you never gone bite, she never reply.
But I like it though
(yeah, yeah)
Every man love a good thang, hard to let it go (yeah, yeah)
Forget what they say, they know how the game go
(yeah, yeah)
And i aint that nigga that's gone be chasing no, i know how the game go.
(yeah, yeah)

Roses pretty red, she love to keep me going, playing with my head.
She know a nigga ain't got time for it.
Roses pretty red, she love to keep me going, playing with my head.
But a nigga in love with it.

But everytime that shes gone, feeling some way all alone. Its like when i call she never call back, but she at every one of my shows.

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na.