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game - amen (remix) lyrics

there’s a lot of sad people in the building, amen
bad men got people killing, god d-mn
we gotta pray for our people children, amen
i tell you i done let that p-ssy out
so i can light them up just like a church, preach
you let them out he getting murked, preach
who in prison gonn kill him first, preach
you gonna be riding in a he-rs-, oh preach
in that maserati to be, smoking on that u we
try not to brag, but i keep the cash
got 50 racks in my louie, got 40 more in my cuji
she riding round in my new me
so the f-ck to feel my jury on
she mad about it b-tch sue me
yeah she blew me, that was last week
she call yesterday, i put her on her knees
and i let her pray, and i kicked her out
i gotta do me
n-gg-s always talking like they spit hard in the game
i done … i done battlefield for no still sitting in
my ranch
playing battlefield with a bad b-tch swerving in and
out of them lanes
you don’t like me you can kiss my -ss, my pinky ring
and my chain
i done so reckless, i done so hoes, i done so weed and
cane
got the game sold up, n-gg- hold up down south i’m
wayne
pitssburgh i’m with, new york i’m jay
atl i’m andre, and in the mai a rose
b-tch p-ss the rose, i’m spazzing out, they -ss is out
i’m cashing out kesha
n-gg-s gonna bring bad beemers
resurrect round easter, get my check around real
get my rolls royce …renew my french b-tch visa
and hit the church, preach
n-gg- so good i got a curs, preach
i threw that bentley in reverse, preach

preach, i just wanna thank god
for all the pretty women he let into my life
all the benjamins he left me to count
wealth, for my family
and let me ball with these n-gg-s

now it’s a lot of bad b-tches in the building (ooh,
amen)
a couple real n-gg-s in the building (amen)
i’m finna kill n-gg-s in the building (amen)
i tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say
when
and i say church (preach)
we make it light up like a church (preach)
she wanna f-ck and i say church (preach)
do liv on sunday like a church (ahh, preach)

bottle after bottle, drink until i overdose
pull up in the phantom watch them b-tches catch the
holy ghost
everytime i step up in the dealer i be goin’ broke
shorty wanna f-ck me i say get on top and rollercoast
and i lay back, she go cray
f-ck me good, but she no stay
murder on that p-ssy let her boyfriend get that doa
get it? and all i get is frito lay
plus i’m on probation, when they test me i just pee
rozay
cause last night, i went hard, peach ciroc, patron and
all
thirty racks on magnum bottles, i think i was born to
ball
lookin’ like a million plus, fresh i’m out that corner
store
hater i be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’all
i’m stackin’ money to the ceiling
all this ice that’s in my rollie i be chillin’
and i just made a couple million
so i could take care of them children

just bought my n-gg-s some cane, so much it came with a
plane
bought my n-gg-s some dope, so much it came with a boat
i just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
for n-gg-s jumpin’ the fence i hope you n-gg-s can
float
and i just hope that i’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how
they livin’
and loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ’em out of
prison
i ain’t lyin’ in my verses i’m just telling you the
basics
of growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one
that made it, yes lord!
all gold, man i got these b-tches soul
talkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even
getting old
worry ’bout your followers, you need to get your
dollars up
me and meek, young n-gg-s poppin’ like our collars up
and good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood
enough
spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole
life putting up
ain’t no telling when i go, so there ain’t sh-t that
i’mma wait for
i’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what i just
prayed for
n-gg-, church

lord forgive me for my sins, i’m just tryna win
and she a devil in that dress but if she knock i let
her in
and if she knock i let her in
i had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet
again
i’m screamin’ “oh lord”
that p-ssy good, that p-ssy good
i’m tryin to hold on
i wish i could, you think i should?
she got that million dollar body
shawty my bugatti
and she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(got patron on deck)
and ciroc all in my bottle
(push it all on here)
she was on that repressitol
(she take it all off)
and i take her off
and this b-tch spinnin’ like i hit the lotto

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