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alpoko don aka don dada - married to the game lyrics

[intro]
this b-tch trying to tell me to leave the streets homie
but i love this little h-rny hooker here
alright

[hook]
you keep asking me to get up out these streets
and leave this game alone forever
i keep telling you (alright)
i’m married to this game, and i’m gone love my b-tch forever

you got to be crazy
like i’m leaving the game in the streets where it made me
i’ve shed blood and plenty tears in these streets
you telling me to leave them how the f-ck you gonna eat?
love you to death, i f-cked the streets before i met you
f-cked both of y’all at once, the game need s-x too
i’m only being real lil’ momma that’s all i know
i’m gripping wood, dada moving a lot of snow
i’m talking lot of c0ke, bookoo banana boats
blowing on that cutie of fruity tasting like cantaloupe
up state got them cup cakes
got them white and them tan gray things
call it duct tape
dada for real for real, y’all n-ggas stuck fake
i’m a blind man, don’t got to see to touch weight
8-6-4 got eight brick full
fifteen a piece, give me one twenty and go
the remy the scope, plenty of hoes and plenty of c0ke
pop pills, dump (?) plenty of smoke
the game my wife that’s my reason homie
the game f-cking everybody but i don’t care if she cheating on me

[hook]

okay, they say i changed on ’em
didn’t keep it real on ’em
f-ck change dada hundred dollar bills on ’em
copped the pretty coupe and put some big wheels on it
pretty doors up like my car got big ears on it
it’s real homie its gutter i hope your listening
i remember a time when dada didn’t have no pot to p-ss in
alpoko don got a mission for stripping flipping
arrest my pyrex and they told me to turn my wrist in
i’m talking numbers, pure cash man
my trap bump like i tried to shave on some bad skin
dada on everything, plus i’m getting plenty mail
all y’all can say is d-mn dada well wheny well
caramel coupe, candy sweat and raising sand
chocolate seats and wood grain that’s how i look like raisin bran
i play the game, blow you stay high like raise your hands
packed the streets with my music so now i’m raising grands
i got a crazy plan, more stupid with asian bands
i made (?) see cocaine really made my hands
amazing man, mister don dada dada i am
alpoko don, don dada hotter than death of sand
i switched the paint (?) to (?)
i sit that b-tch on my 30’s and then i ghost frame the chinese letters

[hook]

somebody better grab me,but they gone let me loose
been up six days straight hustling, smelling like a moose
when i came back through i copy your fruity coupe
wiggle my d-ck in the b-tches mouth and knock loose a tooth
y’all see me pushing through
kissing on the kush and goose
dropping birds in the water, call that chicken noodle soup
dada ain’t your usual, partner my swagger beautiful
blowing like a trumpet, the reefer smelling like poodle poo
chevy sitting pitiful, 30’s on my vehicle
drop black and white with the stripes, i call it beetlejuice
homie if i beef with you, know what the heater do
better go to church, i’ll leave you holier than a preacher suit
y’all n-ggas faking, dada’s a full goon
i’m leaning off that kush and high as a full moon
i’m getting the crazy paper for moving the crazy powder
in the club with more bottles than 30 baby showers
i got so much money i’m buying money
i got a mil in my homie, homie i’m crying money
your girl started like the don
got her -ss bent over like she hiking a ball
don’t like me at all, hustler my team major
give me four (?) baby i’ll whip you to a teenager

[hook]

- alpoko don aka don dada lyrics

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