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game – brakelights lyrics

[busta]
my n-gg- game
i remember when i first met the n-gg-!
n-gg- h-lla-flamed up, flagging and all that
n-gg- told me come through, cedar block
i did compton and sh-t
i said if this was one of my n-gg-s from new york this
n-gg- be my n-gg-
even though he’s from the west coast, he still my
f-ckin’ n-gg-
crazy sh-t though is even though it seem like the homie
be strugglin’ between good and bad
at the end of the day, it always come from a genuine
place
luh that n-gg-

[verse 1 — game]
i wake up in the morning to ciroc and some pancakes
give a f-ck about a bar: b-tch, this a mixtape!
give a f-ck about a car: b-tch, this a rover!
you’re driving a mistake like me dissin hova
but i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-, do it all again
rule #1: never make a rap n-gg- friend
but i run up on a m-th-f-ckin rap n-gg-’s benz
in miami feeling like khaled: “all i do is win”
80 thousand on the bracelet, watch got a facelift
driving through the hood in this m-th-f-ckin’ sp-ceship
feeling like the first man on the moon
drape in all black, whole club full of goons
pumpin bottles til them pretty hoes move
tonight i’m f-ckin’ with b-tches with scars and bullet
wounds
live in that ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
soo woo straight up by my mama, woo n-gg-

[hook]
i’m in all red like my breaklights
in the kitchen on the stove
tryna get my cake right
i work late nights, graveyard shift
n-gg- gotta keep it trill
i’m blessed like the angel on rolls phantom grill
don’t make me hit my breaklights
it’s a cold world, but it don’t taste right
gotta get it baked right
eyes in the rearview
so i could see clear through the haters

[verse 2 — game]
cradle to the grave n-gg-, do it hard body
but i never f-ck wid a b-tch wid a hard body
soft as a peach, life is a beach
and i’m in venice layin’ on the bleach white sheets
with a dime-piece staring at my timepiece: what it say?
by 6 o clock we be chillin at the mandolay, nice
chandon on the ice
swimming in this f-ckin’ money by a hatin’ n-gg- life
ask about mine, n-gg-, i reply twice
b-tches run around muh house, 3 blind mice
get lost in this m-th-f-cka
but i never get crossed in this m-th-f-cka
rottweilers at the door!
dobermans by the pool, dimes by the furnace
live life like capone cause a m-th- f-cka earned it
paper planes wid dem hundred dolla bills
spent a couple mill but still n-gg-, i’m..

[hook]
.. in all red like my breaklights
in the kitchen on the stove
tryna get my cake right
i work late nights, graveyard shift
n-gg- gotta keep it trill
i’m blessed liek the angel on rolls phantom grill
don’t make me hit my breaklights
it’s a cold world, but it don’t taste right
gotta get it baked right
eyes in the rearview
so i could see clear through the haters

[verse 3 — game]
one love to muh n-gg-s, 2 claps for muh hoes
buy a dime piece some clothes, well n-gg-, i suppose
i can get a jimmy choose, don’t mean i’mma do it
went light skinned cause my first baby mama blew it
now i’m stuntin’ on dem hoes
what happened to the buick?
n-gg- turned rap star, god bless music
now a n-gg- gettin’ head whenever i choose it
blues brother’s shoe’s covered in that new goose n’
grew up on that snoop sh-t
gin got me woosy
got me feeling sorry for my n-gg- lil’ boosie
turn up the f-ckin’ radio, bang a lil’ gucci
get high as a hummingbird, and touch a little gucci
yeah, i’m a made man, b-tch what you thought?
if i want an aston, that f-ckin’ b-tch bought
tell my n-gg- ar “go open up the vault
and f-ck what it costs, money talk n-gg-!”

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