Game Show (feat. Kendra Mars)

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Hey, you there
Right there
I see you right there in the audience
Come on down
You cheesing son of a bitch
Yo
Im a mad motherfucker
When my pot not sticky
And my Glock not kickin
And my niggas not with me
Oil can with drip
Trigger not sticking
Slicker than a bitch
No titties
Big ass strap
Put a whole in yo city
Got big ass cap?
I put a hole in your ceiling
I'm on the map
I put a O in them millions
Get a few of them meal
What a wonderful feeling
Like damn
Must've threw down in the kitchen
Lost out my mater
Off of Garcia Vegas
Momma talked to them haters
I was born to the throne
Bend a knee for your grace
John Snow in the cold
I'm the king of the gate
Zone for the dome
Cause I'm breathing an eighth
Won't play with my food
Let me season the steak
Wordsmithing
Lift a nigga
Its the reason I wake
Its the reason you quake
from the knees in a lake
Tryna pump me nigga
I'm the ease on the brakes
Got a cool ass slice
Lotta cheese on my cake
Alright
It seems we have another contestant
Kendra Mars
Come on down
Mufuckin Martian
Beam my My mission
Body everybody
We don't leave a witness
What did you expect?
I'm from Reeves edition
Belly of the beast giving Ken
Get goosebumps
Fuckin' up the sauce tag in
Give me two pumps
Check it out
All you niggas trippin', trippin
Two stumps
Body and it'll never happen like two Trumps,
Or two terms
What have you learned?
Me and O'Malley
Shit sick like two germs
Bitches hate it when I win
They gone feel a way
Ask a writer whose line is it anyway
Drew the guns that I carry
Cause the price was right
I murder beats
Not black folks
Wrong or right
I have a rap bitch shook like
Call 911 now
Love of money is the root to all evil
But everybody wanna be a millionaires Around the corner
Tryna sell a couple nickels
Got brand new ones
But your pantry bare
Single cell
I should hit you with a sickle
I spit cold fronts nigga
You're a derriere
Roll the wood baby
Ride to the rhythm
Journey to the moon
Get carried there by
Barbies and bad dreams
You're caught in a lie
Lost in the music
We're moments in time
Girl, let your hair down
It's all in your mind
Turn on the game show
Where nothing collides
Barbies and bad dreams
You're caught in a lie
Lost in the music
We're moments in time
Girl, let your hair down
It's all in your mind
Turn on the game show
Where nothing collides
I want twin banks
That's a double mint
Pack loud
Ain't no subtle shit
Huge trunked to put the duffel in
Ben Frank and his cousins dem
Sensei to the butt of them
Cause I'm kicking ass
In this cut of silk
Politicking give us all the chills
Dead presidents
We loving them
I've been taking what I want
Cause I'm tired of giving
Got that kind of living
Opposition
Thinking that Donald with em
Trump the competition
Poly lover
Mari wanna mix in
Let the ganja hit it
Honest skills
Lots of dollar bills
Keep the scholars chilling
With a pile of feelings
That's undocumented
Mad I got you in them
Whole lot of pain
When I open my eyes
Whole lot of rain
On the road when I drive
Knowing that I came
From the 4 in the heights
Surprise
O'Malley catwalk on the rise
F*ck any nigga back talk on the guys
Mcstupid
Give them half off on the fries
Flow overload
Got the weight of a God
Quarter of your grind
Is like an eight on the eyes
So you saying it's odd
To have her praying to God
While I'm laying the rod
In a neighbor garage
I don't cater to broads
See you later and all
You ain't breaking my balls
If you ain't taking it all
Leave her shaking and fall
Meeting' Jake in the hall
Am I covered for this
Keep it state in the farm
Put a stake in my arm
Tried takin me on
Got away my phone
Seen her later at home
Barbies and bad dreams
You're caught in a lie
Lost in the music
We're moments in time
Girl, let your hair down
It's all in your mind
Turn on the game show
Where nothing collides
Barbies and bad dreams
You're caught in a lie
Lost in the music
We're moments in time
Girl, let your hair down
It's all in your mind
Turn on the game show
Where nothing collides

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Written by: Justin Lowery, Marguerite Mullen

Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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