Lyrics:
That's all on me
I'm the coach I call the plays
Put lil mama on some game
Swear she'll never be the same
Swear she'll never play with lames
Benz 63
fucking eat her guts like squeezing out some toothpaste
Terrible at head game, shame she'll never suck seed
If pussies were some apples then I'll guess
nigga look who just came online
She'll play a game on her monitor so I came on mine
Gift that bitch like 6000 subs so that she'll say hi
Not even autistic
will whisper inside the bathroom
How she lost the game
She'll never be the same
He doesn't even know her name, but . . .
know what kind of love this is
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
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
caught between Heaven and Hell
Heaven and Hell, Heaven and Hell...
Now the deuces are wild and stakes are high
Don't let her into your game
She'll eat
that fake shit cease
I keep coming sound of the drum when the bass hit bay shit
No games shotgun shells serving them facelifts
ARs make them shimmy
her cosmic philosopher's
Words into rhymes
Nobody can tell it the same
To her evcrything's just like a game
But she'll make it seem some big
Looking in her eyes, face-to-face
No, you're staring at a wall, avert your gaze
She won't be gone for long, it's just a game she plays
She'll come
weakness
Ooh you so cold I'm anemic
Wanna scoop you up off of your feet and
Give you some cash for no reason
Got no time to play no games, she'll be gone
up, she only shows up when I’m down
She loves the games that hurt and she’ll play ‘em
She knows those siren words and she’ll say ‘em
I’m helpless once I
Island mami, come whine up on me
We can dance all night
By the morning she'll be calling me papi
Game over
Baby come bend over
Uma yah wai aminu
Kam
But no feedback
All front
Lots of game
No playin'
Boy she'll have you played
This ain't the first rodeo
You ain't the first that dug the hole
And got
no second chances, running from me give you shell-toes
Play no games, Atari
But I'll handle that bitch like Kyrie
I don't do no sorry
My choppa gon'
? These shells be dropping like it rice uh
One thing that i learned about the game is be consistent
Young street nigga got to tell you how we living
This
of doing, I'm afraid she will
She'll split her heart in two, that's what she will
And as we pass each other in the room
And then she'll play the game again
of the game but she'll never get the bloodstains off her hands
In the end, they all fall just the same but she'll never get the bloodstains off her hands
Although it can flood an island
It’s a dirty game be careful
She’ll have you wildin
Puppet master cuz the way she move strings
Its Like violin
So bring you
so good to the ball the bone got hard
Felt so good it blew the ball apart
My woman's got a man
Nasty lil ole me Nasty, nasty
She knows I'm game
No one to blame, suicide this game.
Shell of a man left to wither and die.
Deteriorating waste, ignoring his mind's cry.
Addiction continues, more
the morning
She says she's got a boring life
Sick of riches and fame and names and games
She'll make some one a terrible wife!
The girl says she's bored
can't forgive
They're told to quit
They're talking shit but
They know he's going insane
They know she's playing a game
That she'll never win
There's
unclear if he does the same
She feels a win, she'll play the game
She needs no helping hand but what he fails to understand
Is that she
(Needs attention)
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