Lyrics:
I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley
gat in my waist
Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face (uh)
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start
want it twice
One of a kind, know your everythin' is one of mine
Wanted posters with my face, they know who I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yeah
Cold hearts
myself to nobody
The swag non-stop, the paper won't quit
Yet it's fly nigga, how she wanna skate on my dick
The all black drapes, hollow wall full
I played the love game before I met him
It's a game I've always won
But now you set my soul on fire
And I really had my fun
With other
us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark
And wakin' up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my
I was hanging with some friends of mine
We were all having a real good time, yeah
I saw a girl who was so very fine
I started waving my hands, my
we Ken and Ryu and shit
I used to hesitate, took my heart
Told my head, "Lil' bitch quit playin' and do this shit"
When you on like this
Every bad
you came with your heart, feel the pain in your veins when you talk
Never seen the light of day but we stay with perfect game in the dark
Playin
Heard that before
Uh
The sun won't shine tonight
Metro screaming by
Walking with the Mexicans
Should I call an ambulance?
We need a melody
from playin'
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
Better yet they flagrant
Keep these niggas right up out the game
Get these niggas right up out my lane
I just wanna do this fucking music
Boy and leave
from playin'
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe-to-toe when it's time for
The games that I was playin' was silly
Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could've killed me
Caution never crossing my mind, she calling
just think concentrate before you complicate
Matters with that chitter-chatter
Your talents no challenge
I have mastered, can tell by the twitching
wham)
And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Courts?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk
far
Little boy, are you stupid? Type of bitch I am, I'ma alway beat you to it
This bitch-ass nigga playin' with my heart
(This pussy nigga, he be
the ash tray, out the ash tray
Everybody know that boy, he got a lotta cash play
I am the Young Sinatra, do it my way
I'm doin' 180 on the highway
I got
with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire
That my dawg, Fresh, had first
We got 'em
Well, I don't roll with the boys no more
I quit everything you left me for
The one thing that I'll always be addicted to
Oh, I'm down to my last bad
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