Lyrics:
five hunnid ball game
Niggas always talking what they
Will or won’t do
I can turn ya lights out if I want to
Youngin get your money get your dough
Niggas
Know that I don't mind if
It's a game to you
And if you find it help me to unwind it
Know that I don't mind
If nothing's really true
Pacquiao
Bitch bad, imma Russian, no Moscow
Fast, in and out fast, grab her by the ass
Don't lick it till it blast
I ain't playing no games, lock out
Put her
for the games
They closed the Shannon bridge today
Much traffic at Tinarana Bay
The best athletes of county Clare
Are gathered in this place
All
Weet je nog vroeger, toen keken ze raar
Ben een gevaar in de game als ik drop
Andere mannen, ze willen m'n spot
Nog even snel op de wave springen
'k Heb
to put 'em on the game
But they never hear me (stupid)
Maybe a text is the closest
That you getting near me (woo)
Shit, this life is so ferocious
That it's
hate me
Put some game on her for that
Head like how EA be
Seen her on the 'Gram slid up like a PSP
I think twelve ain't enough so I keep XD
Dropped a bag
the Lab cooking up
They should toss me a apron
It's a dirty-ass game
Gotta ball through the flagrants
This a big yop stick
Get him paused if he playing
act gritty
And my Raleigh wolves will leave
Your ass smacked silly
Home of the liquor house
Bootleg liquor spots get your card game
Get your dollar
games
Big body Benz, lil' bitch, I'm in both lanes
Call Stan, he the Scam Man
I'll sing with the chop like I'm Xanman
Bitch, I'm up, now my name "Hunnid
space, we go
Pop it like champagne
Maybe you are the end game
We can co-op the campaign
Make up a handshake
Where we don't need to explain
I know but I
a mystery to me
As far as loves goes
As far as loves goes
You say I am a player with no game
I have played to many roles
To believe these lines I say
How for
the Redskins
And I don't mean the football game and
It's feeling like the fourth quarter
Clock ticking, world order
Blurred borders, Earth warmer
(We need
earlier, it's all gone
Still, the funky mother fucker taking
Brownies out the tupper
Reading Game of Thrones instead
Of making songs
‘Cause they don't love
rhymes down to a T
You can't hate on Spose, he's from the Wells
M-E
Dearest fake rapper, please run for cover
I'm fucking up the game
I didn't bring no
the game
Everything you bitches say is
Only gonna ricochet
Bitch, I wish you'd name someone badder
With the punchlines so big
They done rung Saturn
bang mine
Show them lil' niggas how to
Slide when it's game time
Chunky SBs and A's hats, bitch, it's Jayside
Me and my niggas 'bout to do it up
I ain't
that typing on the internet
No we don’t play those games
We stomped him out we beat him up
He had smut up on his name
Caught him at the store with his
The game mold me
If I fall off, I got a hundred racks in jeans
Quarter in ice
All the Rollie diamonds factory
I pay him nicest when he shoot
He got accuracy
takes aim
At those who rigged this fucking game
Listen! Depression takes it's toll
There's no future, no hope
In this fuckin' endless abyss
Our hypocrisy
rockin'
Cookin' game we the hottest
We just found out what you coppin'
Now we all in your closet
We want it all ain't no stoppin'
And we with that gang shit
howling
To eat you alive it's the game
Dreams have perished forever
Towers of stone to the ground
Sirens screaming someone's bleeding
In the night
Night
is too long to be acting the same
But since you
Back in the game and back on the streets
What would I want if it happen to me
Pops welcome home
That's
action
Chopped and splitted up
Mxyzptlk it up, if you drop it, pick it up
I know the wind what it gon' take to flow
And I'm too grown for games
That's why
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