Lyrics:
that's a low-down dirty shame
My cards are on your table
But I ain't in the game
If you fall for me you
Only got yourself to blame
This ain't no hit
clutching on a hammer
That's a chokehold
Call Ten Toez
So he can drum roll
Posted by my lonely clocking in that corner bonus
I ain't a fashion trapper
Ain't
It ain't no talk on this
You're a bad lil' bitch, don't worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
a Game the shit is not fair
And you played my life with no Shame but you don't care
You don't even want me in your Sight
You was by My side I can't do
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (ay)
I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game (ay)
I'm a big dog,
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
shop
Shoot some craps in the back then hit the block
There go the elroys
They handcuffin my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the prestink
Couldn't
my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow
And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city
'Cause the game's
know come through first time on the scene?
No set-ups, no guest appearances in between?
Fire like a nigga drinkin gasoline
I keep it hot, like my
horny
Put a foot up that ass, you a steppin' stone (yeah)
All my niggas ain't gettin' no sleep (yeah)
All of my niggas be chasin' their dreams (yeah)
playing war games with Saddam Hussein
Now who's sane? I'm insane, my membrane's on cold-grown
The tempature's rising, to fry the cells in your dome
It
Talking pounds 'cause I smoke it
Talking game 'cause I played it
I'm wasted, Rose that's my favorite
OG kush you could taste it
Buying Cris' by
Intro(00:13)
Listen, How you gon speak bad on my name
When you don’t got plays in this game
You got no more looks what shame?
What a shame? What
playing blind
Keeping myself from losing my mind
You and your mind games messed up my life
I put myself first and told you goodbye
Oh it’s a shame
Shame
And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for
sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clap that chrome, it ain't easy
Cops want to knock me,
Fuck that, I miss my old man already
The kids broke up the band already
So this one right here for the fans, already
Roadrunner sessions was
Wanted to get yourself right
So I let you stay at my home
When I started peepin' you makin' eyes at my boo
Goin' out your way to be all up in her face
my inbox 10
And ain't nothing your probably busy doing something sexy
I just hope I'm in your thoughts next time login
And not if not ain't no
Get your move on
Oh no, no, no
It's a low down dirty shame
When your so-called friends start playin' games
They know how to get to you
All inside, all
and wreckin' fools
Try disrespecting, my Smith and Wesson is endin' you!
And I ain't changed since back in the day (back in the day!)
Get your shit split
better grab a noose
My screws loose nigga I'm the truth
In the pudding, ain't nothing sweet
Talk is cheap, need a 100 bands
Need a 100 bands, need a 100
away from all the bros in my band and all the fans
And all my friends when the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slamming them balls to the wall
With
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