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game - really lyrics

[verse 1: yo gotti]
buying jewelry, buying ammo
teflon, bulletproof the lambo
hate rest, got my n-gg-s in the fed
got money in the bank and money on my head
really? n-gg-s sound silly
wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli
free my n-gg- meek milly, bad b-tch out of philly
sold that white girl so i guess it’s so iggy
what, you think i give a f-ck about an enemy?
then i give a f-ck about in the streets
better google me
boy, i really made a million [?] streets
boy, i had a white car back in ’04
back in [?] days and [?]
when being a street n-gg- really meant something
now n-gg-s tell it’s all for a follow
if you wanna talk streets then wait ’til you [?]
make pictures with guns so that make you a killer
nah, la reid gave me that check today

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
my auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16
my partner did a decade so what the f-ck you really mean?
really, ho, billie jean, check this in my video
causing all this wrecking on a tennis court
really made a million on a kitchen floor
skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt, dinner for
often offended, i told that b-tch to get out when she finished
leave me a b-tch that gon’ suck me and f-ck me
and freak me and pair me to all of the frenzy
that what it is, verbal telekinesis
guru mixed with jesus
big meech mixed with yeezus
keep playing them games and get shot with the bleachers
i still got my stripes and i’m not wearing adidas

got my first hockey match choppers, started talking fast
give it to ’em direct just like cheetah
n-gg-s ain’t killing sh-t, they playing, they saying they killing sh-t
got me an a and a k and .22 treys and a [?] hit might burn a little bit
really, little b-tches, say really

[hook: soulja boy]
f-ck these n-gg-s
they said they gon’ kill me
they said they gon’ kill me
they said they gon’ kill me
they said they gon’ kill me

[verse 3: t.i.]
brand new benz with the top down
in my old neighborhood, all the cop round
i don’t give a f-ck, motherf-cker, act up
let him and the police hear how the glock sound
coming with the bullsh-t, get shot down
suckerfree, no fly zone in my town
and there ain’t no discussion
it’s simple, you try me we gon’ get to bustin’

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