Mixed Signals

(Hey Ron, if you're hearing this I hate you) Oh I know that you're just playing Mind games Giving me mixed Signals give me Migraines All that you gon' do is mess up My fame And break my heart that is what I claim Ya'll are all just the same I know that you're just playing Mind games Giving me mixed Signals give me Migraines All that you gon' do is mess up My fame And break my heart that is what I claim Ya'll are all just the same Yeah, that is just a shame That all you bitches fake And ask the guys you play Play them as if they're a game And we fall for your trap To this day Choppa on me gon' hit em' in the middle Put your hands up, this is a stick up Bullet gon' stick her, like a sticker All the fake hoes, yeah we finna rid them, oh "I like him, I want him" like do you not know "I fucked him, let's leave him" like let's not hoe Now you see why I gave up, oh I just didn't wanna test it Would you go I know that you're just playing Mind games Giving me mixed Signals give me Migraines All that you gon' do is mess up My fame And break my heart that is what I claim Ya'll are all just the same I know that you're just playing Mind games Giving me mixed Signals give me Migraines All that you gon' do is mess up My fame And break my heart that is what I claim Ya'll are all just the same