Lyrics:
love for the game
Racks don't be folding, i'm making it rain
I've been lit since I started
They told me to wait
Not trying to be good
I'm trying to be
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
Jolene, I'm a woman too
The games you're play are nothing new
So you don't want no heat with me, Jolene
We been deep in love for twenty years
I raised
Always peepin' tryna fight (yuh)
Blood leakin' need some ice.
Turbo boostin' burning rice.
Play a hellish game of dice.
Oh you funny, Nick at Night?
Snow
Protects me
I'm Good
New year new me
I feel the same
Been drinking all this liquor
To celebrate the pain
Been shooting in the gym
Focused on my game
lames thinking
It's a fucking game we up in rain
No rims on it fuck 'em plain
Fuck 'em good fuck 'em hard
Hating niggas fuck 'em all
Half them niggas fuck
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
way
Swing it over here shorty
Shorty swing my way
You sure look good to me
Now would you please
Swing my way
Shorty swing my way
I've been
Verse
Do you think that it’s funny
Do you think it’s a game
That my love ain’t worth nothing
All the time that I’ve stayed
I’ve been
nigga
Call this shit sugar and spice
If it bubble ima double up twice
I done been grazed once by ah bullet i ain't goin for that shit Na nigga not twice
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
heart
I've been good and I've been bad
But common sense I've never had
No matter how I try and try
I hide the truth behind a lie
That's the way
I'm good, I'm good, I'm great
Know it's been a while, now I'm mixing up the drank
I just need a girl who gon' really understand
I just need a girl
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
save a plate
Food on my plate I eat good I been gaining weight
I put my all in the game and stayed in my lane
The game may not love you back
Good thing
all that talk up nigga
We still the youngins packing major influence
So what is you doing
I know my people agree
Up by a 100 degrees
Improve by the week
Yeah hol' up, hol' up we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Now I've been in this game
tired of the same old games
What happened to them good vibes? To the good days
What happened to the good times? Yeah we all get tired of the same old
explain it to me bitch, you know what I'm talkin' about
I don't know nobody up here
I don't fuck with nobody up here, and I ain't been fuckin' with nobody
I ain’t playing games with you
Believe what I’m saying
No games no games no games no games
I been tryna roll with you lately
Vibe with your soul
Protect me at all cost yeh yeh
Give me a couple months little by little Ima boss up
Myself can't even take belief
Of all the stuff I've been succeed
you like that bitch
The square ass weights tellin' you ain't never been choked
Or done fucked by a felon, no K-why jellin', just tryin' to inhale it
Put the pressure on me swear I'm way too good
Michael Jordan in the clutch swear I'm way too cool
I just need a lil spacing then just watch me do it
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