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da kid gowie - get on ur game lyrics

[verse]
you foul n+ggas are flagrant
but yo’ b+tch steady loving my fragrance
boss n+ggas make the money come to them, so why chase it?
business prices start at 2 racks
you gotta pay to speak to me
and don’t get it twisted, my n+gga, that’s the convenience fee
the realest spitta, i’m stacking figures, and getting bigger
these rodent n+ggas gets worn out like some chinchillas
a lot of these n+ggas always in their feelings because i’m…
consistently mentioned whenever thеy chillin’, man i swear
i’m so sick, i shut sh+t down like i’m gobert
takе that how you want
but i probably shouldn’t go there
everything i wrote is dope, so snort it thru your nose hair
music can’t be overdosed, it blows your mind through both ears
look, i got next like i just stepped on the court
and if rapping’s truly a game then i’m elite in this sport
man, i done got it out the mud but still the cleanest for sure
we pop bottles for accomplishments, excuse all the corks
i’m sorry

[bridge]
now homie tell me what’cho life like?
you claim you push keys, but what’cho type like?
always worried ‘bout me, but what’cho wife like
if her hair’s 4c, a n+gga might pipe
i pull up on her at the corner store
give her the attention that she ain’t gettin’ at home no more
(ayy shorr!)
yeah, get on your game n+gga
you can try to copy, but we ain’t the same n+gga
[verse 2]
we dance on couches when we in the section
and social distance from you snitches like you all infected
they be like “gowie, how’d you get here?”
n+gga, all progression
god had a plan, so ain’t no man preventing what was destined
you see i’m stacking up these dollars
providing for my mama
the only woman to love me before hoes began to holla
only women i love, they all share the same blood
putting thotties over my mommy, man, you got me f+cked up
they see the videos and think i’m just some goofy n+gga
well i am, but don’t think that i’m some goofy n+gga
there’s a fine line and they know i’m ‘bout mine
so disrespect and we can get the shooting like a movie picture
(ay bro, let that sink in)
guess that will make da kid a shooting star
walking tall, going hard
playing like i’m brett favre
i’ll throw a bullet if i have to
or throw a 100 of that cash too

- da kid gowie lyrics

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