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game - twilight zone lyrics

(intro)
get my people out them chains n-gg-
i mean handcuffs, time to man up
put my hands up, f-ck you sayin bruh?
cuz i’m a black man in the phantom
or is it cuz my windows tinted, car cost 300 thou
and i blow endo in it,
you mad cuz your daughter f-cked with me on spring
break?
well, i’mma f-ck her til her springs break

(verse)
yeah roll another one cause i’m random
and my four door looking really photogenic
jam ‘em on the tire
interesting won’t expire
i’m in the cl-ss up and all my teacher got fired
money getting long p-ssy rate keep rising
versace outfit cost me 3,000
from the paint houses
did it from the weak hours
selling that chicken no lemon pepper,no sweat and sour
first you get the power then you get respect
i’m getting so much money i can buy you b-tch
take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
i like clubs where all the women working naked
feel in love with the wrenches what the f-ck i’m
thinking
bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
ah, that’s pimpin’ that’s slick
got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
f-ck you’re mad at me fo’?
got a black card and a black phantom
with a white b-tch in idaho
i’d do the same thing in palm dale
got a big b-tch in atlanta, got a red bone in the shot
got 2 chains, they 2 tone, 200 racks no lie

(hook)
alle c-mbaye, alle c-mbaye
i’m bout to rumble in the jungle in these new kanye
alle c-mbaye, alle c-mbaye
my lawyer threw them gloves on and be another case

(verse)
f-ck you’re mad at me fo’?
cuz my belt got 2 g’s on it
her belt got 2 c’s on it,
my daughter stroll, it got d’s on it
woa, free big meech, free boosy and c murda
like know what it means like bob moore,
come in compton you will see murders
in my egg i’ll see murders, beef n-gg- no burgers
i’m insane and you loose end, n-gg- better turn on them
burgers
got cups women in that gl-ss jar, b-tch go to dome meet
vernon
got smoke to sell in this hotel, no half-price, no
retail
you a b-tch n-gg- no female
i smack n-gg-s, free will
i’m on the block like d12, i got the white no detour
like a little man, get africa
i was born holding that cut
and that’s real sh-t, no real sniff and none on the day
but they yelling

(hook)
alle c-mbaye, alle c-mbaye
thank god that these n-gg-s seen another day
alle c-mbaye, alle c-mbaye
got a chopper and the product, f-ck it let em spray

(verse)
i took my case to trial, higher the green team
rob the kardashians, johnny cochrane, i seen things
i dream big, i think sharp
inhale smoke or wind tree bark
humble yourself, you’re not a g, keep it one with
yourself
runnin n-gg-s for help favors, i keep one on the shelf
i got riffles with lasers, swing it just like the
majors
hit you right above naval, now you swimming in pavement
gold medals on my neck, i call it michael phelps
pros settlin for less i call em bottom shelf
n-gg-s tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
on the road to the riches, b-tches not tagging along
-ss in the thong, hit that -ss and i’m gone
disrespect my n-gg- boston, i’m flashin the chrome
i’m waving the gat, t-ttie spay in the mack
it’s still those in the back, on the lap
i got a b-tch to look like layla ali sittin in my lap
got a problem skateboard, pick em up relax
we could skate boards, where to now?
chop will my budget skateboard, homey n-gg- back

(verse)
2 chainz!
skateboard on a n-gg- track
no lie,no lie, already got a plat
mama got a house,daughter got accounts
just to think a n-gg- like me started with an ounce
bad b-tches and deep boys would bring ‘em out
hit them n-gg-rs p-ssy,we tush ‘em
we clean ‘em out
this the voice of ghetto intelligence
if you got work go to work don’t work at your residence
for presidents

(verse)
word to mohamed that triple beam is h-lla sick
riding through that jungle in that motherf-ckin
elephant
that’s a great ghost, whippin ears on
and swimming through the hood like it got fends on it
you know i got that work on the forman grill
where you motherf-ckers is? made another mill
got a million sinning like c-ssius clay
thrilla in manilla n-gg- want it, woop his -ss today

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