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a-game - sex drugz n' rap lyrics

[intro: bird]
yea, yea!
yea, yea!!
what it do?
it’s the-
mothaf-ckin’ bird
yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzziiiiir!

[verse 1: bird]
yo-rap is a habit, i have the talent
i am the bird, look at my talons
i am so good that i don’t have to practice
i am the man, y’all act so childish
even when i’m chillin’ my mind runnin
never nod out, i can prove it in a smoke out
this medical i roll up
thi-thi-this hard liquor i pour up (turn up!)
she beggin’ me to go deeper
so i went in, but i came outside
i can’t afford a baby
cause ain’t no girl a keeper
i’m like no way jose, chugging jose
f-ck what hoes say, i’m a boss
boss like ricky rose
i’m a smoke weed til i’m dead so pack a bong
i tend to answer when death calls
i bend the rules, and break laws
i’m in the lead, so catch up
i sip on lean and get messed up
i get more what you get less of
got a loaded gun in my dresser
and i’ll pull it under pressure
catch a hollow tip to yo chest bruh, bang!

[bridge]
pressure….i got that pressure
pressure….i got that pressure
pressure….i got that pressure
pressure….i got that

[verse 2: a-game]
uh-we having a party, she gone off the mary & molly & i’m on the same
while i feel on her body, she powder her face, what a way to go wrap up the day
i mean, all on my neck she be kissing me, hand on my p-n-s, you’d think she be frisking me
literally dipped to the bedroom, got under the covers and after that, sh-t was just history
f-cked ’til the morning ’til i seen the sun in my eyes, go to sleep/wake up, i’m closing the blinds
start coming down, but i’m feeling alright, s-x and that high is just all on my mind
they say that i ain’t living right, but with that kind of feeling, how can i go wrong?
my chick woke me up with a blunt of some strong, proceeded to hit it until i did cough
next what i seen was just something absurd, pulled a baggie from out of her purse
started choppin’ up lines on the table & saved me some, told her i couldn’t, “i’ll be late for work”
she laughed and said “baby, i called them already, and told them you’re sick with a fever that burns”
so we got back in bed, did a line of her -ss, then i started kissing all over her
d-mn, she a bad b-tch!

[bridge]
pressure….i got that pressure
pressure….i got that pressure
pressure….i got that pressure
pressure….i got that

[verse 3: putter]
when we rap on the track, man we snap
these other fools sound like i’m sittin’ on the toilet and took a cr-p
b-tch, check the stats-i stack up the cash, then slap on her -ss
i’m throwin’ these ones away like it were trash… but it ain’t no garbage
i stay with the drugs, like your local pharmacist-sniff a fat line off her t-ts
fo-fo-follow that up with a spliff, but i ain’t gotta roll it, that’s a job for my b-tch
if she don’t roll it up perfect, i’m gonna be p-ssed (mannn…)
scra-scra-scratch her off the list, i’m on the move like i play chess
just check, check it! check, check it! check yourself, before you wreck yourself
and me? me? i did it all alone, i don’t need no help (oh, well)
everytime she coming over, she ride the d-ck like a rollercoaster
couple weeks later, she was pregnant-i told her that i ain’t the father (nahhh)
…so don’t even bother!

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