Lyrics:
Written by Christo Andriopoulos
Top down
Shirt off
Yup It’s the summer time
Ridin’ in the whip
Floating on cloud 9
On the 101 listening
Fuck a bitch.
Fuck a bitch.
They got fangs,
I ain't got no veins to hit.
Fuck a bitch.
Fuck a bitch.
They're all the same in the game,
Like I am.
Tell the world I’m coming (coming)
Motherfucker I’m coming
All over the rap game
That shit give me back pain
Liam spitting that flame
Please
Every, every time I
Every, every time I
Every time I try to
Wake and bake in the morning, getting high by high noon
Fell in love with Mary Jane late
(Yeah, Woah)
(Yeah, Woah)
(Yeah, Woah)
(Yeah, Woah)
My niggas play no
Yeah they play no games
We finna take out
Take out his fucking brains
My niggas
like I was your puppet
Or so you thought
I knew the game back then
I could see the special way you treated the men
However you could reel em' in
off.
She loving the game I'm shamed how she rocking my chain, girl you are not gang at all.
You tripping stay all about lies fuck up out of my life oh
Sometimes I think about why I’m here
Really think I need a buzz
Ahead of niggas by a light year
I peeped the game and hit the audible
If I could think it
Funny Seeing U
Written & Produced by Alic Walls
Oooh wah..ohh wah
Uhhh..(Flower child)
Ooh wah
Aye..oh yeah
Flower child
..Turn me Up aye..
Verse
So that bitch she get lucky that head game was top
Even my elders look up I’m the goat
Told you this traphouse it never a joke
Look at the letters
up and you celebrate,
Say “baby I gotta think this through”;
It’s a rude game,
It’s a crude game,
It’s a lewd game that you play with me
I like,
absorbed it all, energy on high yeah I'm taking off
I'm the bitch in the black cloak
I catch you niggas by the fucking throat
You know No pain you feel no
time to work (it's time to work)
I know the game (I know the game)
I know my worth (I know my worth)
To get paid (to get paid)
I go bezerk (I go bezerk)
Cuz I'm not
Playin playin x5 Im deadass down for you
Game game x5 I ain’t losing to
Late late x5 nothin else to do
Why don’t you
Stay stay x2 then
Prod. by Paryo
Spanish bi, I think she just put salsa in the double cup
Nutted on her chin, like I gave a bitch a upper cut
Treat my dick like hubba
a schedule
He missin the coastin
Right By the ocean
Differential
He came in to the play game
100 percentage authenticate
MJ fadeaway
No matter the block
Still fly gotta do it big time
Big knots gotta have them zip tied
You could play if you want I ain’t into games
Show you how the boy turn
offense Breaking tackles now
As I get up in get my feet off the ground
It's time to make a move I K-I-M on the style (Yeah)
Running by my cheerleaders they
don't think i have the strenght
To be by your side again.
our cliché is starting again!
my head is spinning again!
i don't want to feel your hate
inside
games
We slide we slide
Zero love like a tennis game
I wish I ,
Remember more good than I remember bad
Wish I,
Knew where the time went how it go by
know not da same
Chess filled with pride u gone lose da game
U still a slave wit yo masters name
U think u African damn Shame
What U didn’t
way
Why can't you just come to me
I know you sick of these games I play
I know why you can't trust me
See girl, it's a long road to the top
I been
Proving them wrong, you know that I gotta
This is the start of my saga
I pull up on her, her head game is baka
She itty-bitty like a Miata
You know
Send my love in to the game (Game)
Hustle for my people change (Change)
Balancing work in the rain
Can't do a thing if I'm shot down with shame
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