Lyrics:
up and having shit 850 credit bitch
They keep asking how i did it shit a couple licks
Not to mention this good game or this lil bitch
Extra pape
wasn't for you
I miss my fuckin' homeboys
I wish, I could bring em' back
Big Benz with the slap, in the back, by the pack
And if you can't move them,
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
the cracks
Been rolling NASCAR gas
Louder than my exhaust
See no future like The Jacka
Let this Bone Thugs knock
While I ride with a cabbage patch
Little white
to pretend
I asked when we're gonna be together
And it ain't been the same since then
Still a flyboy, she asked if I do Grime
I said Garage too
It can get
Ahh... Why do I even waste my time?
I've been on dating sites, tried speed dating, I've tried getting a wingman
And I simply got no game, you know
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
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
Fuck it i aint tripping
Cause i be on my shit im tryna get get get it ayyyy
I been saying i was DIFFERENT
And none of these niggas aint listen
Now im all
Why, cuz I been dat,
Cuz i been dat nigga,(Who)
Yeah they call me Jacka (Huh)
Still runnin game, feel like I'm Sanders
Yeah, Big Twenty
(I just wanna
tag em but we ain't gon at em
She was too busy being nosey ain't wanna be happy
You know ima do me and I do it very good
Pack to Dallas pull up on a jet
this shit real quick
I'm fucked up - I get lit and shit
Like - "Fuck drugs; Imma vent some shit"
"Hi, what's up - Cardigan just slid by"
Lemme slide with
to Xbox
Basically what I'm sayin' is nigga you
Gotta change wit' the game
I ain't playin'
Ayo! Ayo! 40 belows, little deuce deuce in it
I been a hustler
Hit
Good love Good love
Good love Good love
Good love Good love Good love
Good love Good love
My homies been displaced, when we Done repped this place
Way
'bout
Young blood, cuz cuz, game is to be sold
No pillow talking, real men don't freeload
They hustle, mouthpiece, enemies closer
Family first trust
(Aha)
Everybody talkin' 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Half of 'em
of the stories you hear from these rap niggas
The rap game lame af it's full of act tellers
Cuz where we from its all Junkies jackas and stash sellas
Doing
night ooo
Having a good time all night
Having a good time all night ooo
She say my game alright
She think my game alright ooo
I've been off the drink all
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
The money got larger i made me flip
Gotta think smarter when I'm off the shit
Been building a legacy brick by brick
Flow automatic yeah how i can i miss
We
beating go around
The whole building, " Ross says the guards
Requested that he leave
Meek remains frustrated by the
Way he's been treated
By the system
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac
Make like
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for
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