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jay whiss - love the game lyrics

[intro]
uh
(prime chain’s the furthest thing from subtle)
uh

[verse 1]
i’m sick of seeing everybody suffer (suffer)
money’s my only lover, black’s my favourite color
shade thrown on every b-tch and every undercover
thank god my n-gg- freed up just in time for summer
listen, till i was 13, all i knew was trouble (all i knew)
see my first thousand, then i made it double
uh, my prime chain’s the furthest thing from subtle
damier my duffle, i could never love her
i’ve seen all the repercusions dog these hoes are sickos
poppin’ p-ssy ’till i’m single, tryn’a get single
she gonn’ keep saying she love you n-gg-, don’t get swindled
she love nothing more than to put you in a pickle
got a razor sharp memory (razor sharp memory)
never forgot an enemy
a piece of sh-t is all they said i’d ever be
look at all this money they said i will never see (jackpot)
baby, baby, i know you hate me (i know you hate me)
i hope they play this song for every time you played me
i wanna k!ll you every time you lazy
yeah i’m crazy, are you crazy? i know i’m crazy (yeah, i know it)
white t and some forces and i’ll feel amazing, that’s all a n-gg- needs
i just wanna live my life, i don’t wanna make a scene (uh-uh)
who’s that b-tch that’s trippin’, tell somebody make her leave
i put diamonds on my jesus
never asked a n-gg- for a feature
never asked a b-tch for nothing neither (never)
but if i fall then she gonn’ pick up all the pieces
i’m getting richer by the season
i rap about the sh-t because i’ve seen it (that’s all i know)
i spend money like i don’t need it
her number’s deleted (h-ll yeah)
with these hoes i’m undefeated (h-ll yeah)
being real could go a long way
i just spend your paycheck on my entre
i just left my old b-tch with a long face
skrrrt’d before the cops can run my car plate
hard days, but we hopin for brighter days, right away
cause all this stress is addin’ up
my pockets fat, but they ain’t fat enough (they ain’t fat enough)
that b-tch is bad, but she ain’t bad enough (she ain’t bad enough)
tatted up, n-gg-s can’t sit with us (sit with us)
n-gg-s want my spot, better pick it up
on some real sh-t, n-gg- give it up
i spit that real sh-t make them shiver up (it’s crazy)
this the only place i get the rush
all this gold around my neck, i’m never runner up
still haven’t missed a step yet
still haven’t missed a cheque yet
versace bed-set she know i don’t send text
she just bought a bag, she ain’t paid her rent yet
always worried what her friends said
the type to b-tter you up so she could get bread

these hoes ain’t stupid as they look (uh)
these hoes ain’t stupid as they look (uh)

[outro]
uh
you couldn’t feel my pain if you tried to
she lied to me and she looked me in my eyes too
i hope you think about it much as i do
i hope you think about it much as i do
n-gg-s hate, n-gg-s hate, but what’s new
every n-gg-‘s lying now, so what’s true
love the game if you want, but it won’t love you

- jay whiss lyrics

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