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hoodrich pablo juan - dirty game lyrics

[produced by spiffy global]

[intro]
h+hold up, spiffy on this motherf+cker

[hook]
how you blessed and still be stressed?
pop a perc to take away the pain
soon as you make it out the hood they gon’ start hating
they call it a dirty game
i was down on my ass, it was time for the war
who was there with me? n0body at all
they hatin’, they pray for me to fall
can’t go out sad, they want me to fall off
they’d rather see me dead
run it up ’till i’m breakin’ my legs
scared, snitchin’, workin’ the other lead
got a fifty pounds, still duckin’ the feds
i get on my knees ‘fore i go to bed
i want revenge, got demons in my head
bought my new benz a cartier lens
the haters, they camouflaged as your friends

[verse]
i show them love, they hate
i’m runnin’ laps while they stuck in place
had to fresh up my gucci, i yellow taped them
i keep a scale like i’m watchin’ my weight
i shoot the ball in the crate
i came from the pjs, can’t hesitate
i be getting too high when i medicate
can’t f+ck with you n+gga, you ain’t tryna elevate
real street n+gga, go check my resume
i’m a hustler, stay down, serve every day
the money, celebrate with wedding cake
all white, but my shooter shanaynay
yeah, my shooter shanaynay
got a thick b+tch, look like lisa ray
call me holyfield how i beat the case
i’m a boss, best stay in your f+ckin’ place
make it disappear, i do magic on monday
[hook]
i been poppin’ these percocets, still can’t take away the pain
soon as you make it out the hood they gon’ start hating
they call it a dirty game
i was down on my ass, it was time for the war
who was there with me? n0body at all
they hatin’, they pray for me to fall
they hatin’, they pray for me to fall
these n+ggas rather see me dead
i’d rather run it up ’till i break my legs
he wrote a statement and k!lled me with they lead
got a fifty pounds, still duckin’ the feds
i pray every night before i go to bed
i want revenge, got demons in my head
bought my new benz a cartier lens
they really some haters, they act like my friends

[verse 2]
claim you my n+gga, i know you not
i came up off skippin’ them boulder rocks
i just got a new plug for my 40 glock
can’t love her, i don’t know if she know that or not
i done put my heart in a glovebox
i don’t want your b+tch n+gga, that dugged out
he be doin’ foul sh+t he don’t think i know about
christian dior when i go to the lord house
i pray to allah that i make it out
i gotta give ’em something to hate about
this real like my grill, you can’t take it out
real street n+gga, i don’t do sh+t for clout
one day we gon’ see you and see about it
hit him with a headshot, that’s a body
i ain’t gon say nothin’, just read about it
they got hate in their veins, that hiv
[hook]
i been poppin’ these percocets, still can’t take away the pain
soon as you make it out the hood, n+ggas start hating
i call it a dirty game
i was down on my ass, it was time for the war
who was there with me? n0body at all
they hatin’, they pray for me to fall
they hatin’, they pray for me to fall
these n+ggas rather see me dead
i’d rather run it up ’till i break my legs
he wrote a statement and k!lled me with they lead
got a fifty pounds, still duckin’ the feds
i pray every night before i go to bed
i want revenge, got demons in my head
bought my new benz a cartier lens
they really some haters, they act like my friends

- hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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