Lyrics:
dream of love, you wake up to pain
You're better off to join in my game
Then she'll be better off to cry contrite tears
One day she'll wonder why
a deadly cost
To the money and the fame
I just want the money
I never wanted the fame
Damn
Why I had to go and change the game
Damn
Say she'll love me
And you're the punchline
If you weaved
Through the hooks
You would be just fine
But you leaped and now look
The game is over
She'll be hard to replace
But
come out wrong when I say them.
She'll start laughing.
It's game over.
Maybe I'll lose my balance and fall backwards.
Maybe she'll just walk right by,
And with Murder I'll sleep at night
Treat you good treat you well
Soft core and hard shell
Break us up mind games
Nitpick you changed
Could be a trance could
that a threesome
Bear back 'cause she tear up the condom
Weed and liquor plus gyal so we have fun
Every gyal a beg a fuck off a Demon
Shell down
of it yourself
No she can't be tamed
Unless you know the game
And you know she'll never tell
She don't like getting high
But she'll drink the sky
Like
She'd never bother with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds
And she won't go
listened to my marjay
She said stay away
Pay the price
Play the game
Need a thicker shell
Now it's nothing but bad blood like sickle cells
Mad love
Can't
a game till it's over
She'll rip your heart out and show ya
And now she's looking right at me
But no, I won't be a victim
Robbery she's stolen hearts
breathes
And we'll blow a little more
Feel it, lose hold of control, now
Burn up
Now here we come
Games in ether
She'll come back
Let's go a little
Put her on top she'll break that dick
Put her on top she'll break that dick
Put her on top she'll break that dick
Break that dick
Break that dick
Put
gangsta style's above royal
Teach her bout the murder game, so she'll never hate it
Then hit her with a .380 snub-nose nickel plated
See, ladies know
don’t do no more stressing
If he play we gonna stretch him
This not a game them hollow shells are gonna catch him
Making moves and then we lurk in
coached me
Official like a whistle
Got stripes like referees
It’s like I’m quarterback
Cause I’m gone take a knee
No Super Bowl game
But still she’ll get
she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds
And she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords
And she
She'd never bother with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds
And she won't go
heart
But you're a loser, so go and choose her
It won't take long to fall apart
Do you even know her name?
I bet she'll soon read your game
She's no
I seen a nigga get killed Bullets hit his brain and told His body sit
Still Say she'll never fuck the game, but I know
The bitch will She gon' get
Looks shawty tell me why your mans look salty
Shell toed cdidas and the wrist game gaudy body
Hotter then sun touch on me flame
We aint for
the Rap game and the Crep games the same shit.
They're repackaging and they're reselling what I've done said and got a reload for that's retailing,
inhibitions on?
She's about to come and test the strength -
Of your resolve and how
She's got an ugly friend for insurance in the crowd
It''s a game
i gain now but i'm the one to blame wow
You're toying with my mind
Just fucking look at me
Love like a board game but she'll never say sorry
I'm so
want a lil' crumb, uh
Head game guillotine, she'll slaughter you
When I walk through that door
A rubber band I'ma leave a lil' some, uh
Chicken legs
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