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(Oh)Sitting court side, to the game she playI'm chilling most times, but I blame the DJShe the dark-skin chick with a light-skin crewHer pretty face and 'em high heel shoesGot love for them niggas, we got love for you too (I know)See my car is out there, and your girls insideStop tripping, we just going for a rideFind my niggas if they tryna leave tooEither wayWhy you letting them think for you?When you're a grown ass womanBaby, you're a grown ass womanWhy you letting them think for youWhen you a grown ass womanBaby, you a grown ass womanWhy they doing the thinking for you?Noo, why they doing the thinking for you(Tell me, baby)She wants drop tops, hair blowing in the windMust be the liquor cause it's place she never been"Oh, and pour it up" she said"Oh, and pour it up" she saidShe tryna leave with me, tryna leave with herLetras de cancionesBut she with her friends, yeah, handful of girlsHomie, she flyBlowing grams, I'm tree highShe fly like G-5I see your friends tryna tell you how you need to stay back (Oh, yeah)Girl you see the player got a plan, and you know you need thatEither wayWhy you letting them think for you?When you're a grown ass womanBaby, you're a grown ass womanWhy you letting them think for youWhen you a grown ass womanBaby, you a grown ass womanWhy they doing the thinking for you?Noo, nooo noooo(yeeeahhh baby)Yeah, I know you knowAll my niggas in the V.I.'Still bumpin' to T.I. babyAnd you rocking with a G now babyBaby no games at all, noOh, oh, oh, ohOhh, I choose youOhh, choose youOhh, I choose youOhh, choose youOhh, I choose youBaby no games at all, no From Letras Mania