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lil bibby - game over lyrics

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gang! you already know what the f-ck it is man, nlmb
150 roc block sh-t man
you know no n-gg-s f-cking with us man
i tried to tell n-gg-z man, it’s over
game over sh-t

all i know, get money f-ck b-tches
and keep it a 100 plus 50 with my n-gg-z man
no limit, 150, we them n-gg-z, man
herbo, lil bibby, we at it again

all i know is get money and stack it
in the trap lil bibby make the pack flip
chopper hit them, make a n-gg- do a back flip
these n-gg-z, they b-tches, they actors

but they do it good, they can probably get a grammy
like fredo, n-gg-s b-tches, what you need, panties?
dirty crush, pacquiao knock me out, manny
bad b-tch, 5 thou’, white brown candy

all my young n-gg-z hitters, i ain’t talking sammy
baby .9 in the booth, yeah it come in handy
love redbones but i’ll f-ck brandy
tryin’ to creep on this n-gg-z but i had a crammy

got a .4-5, two glock nines
tryin’ to argue? i ain’t got time
pull up on a n-gg- by the stop sign
slide the doors back then it’s shots fired
it’s chiraq, this sh-t serious
just bought a thirty clip for the sig
i’ll kill b-tch and i’ll kill her kids
it all depends what her n-gg- did

we’re killers we don’t show no sympathy
murder one or all my enemies
i lost my n-gg-z, i can’t feel a thing
aw, they deep? lil’ bro go clear the scene
he saw the shots but he ain’t hit a thing
he saw the shots but he ain’t hit a thing
beg my pardon, i been sipping lean
red or purple, i don’t sip the green

hold up, turn the beat off
lil bro do a hit then skeet off
these n-gg-z keep hating, i just feed off it
fo’ fo’ war dog, tear the meat off

ar 15, tear his head off it
your money short, come with it, i’mma wear it off
and every time i see the cop i’mma play it off
i don’t pay no d-mn note, b-tch i pay it off

real black tints, i just hide in the whip
new m6, no miles on my sh-t
can’t waste no time with a b-tch
money coming, i’m just piling the sh-t

it keep coming now i can’t get enough
suck me to death, now i can’t get it up
my shooters on the lamb like gin-bli and stuff
two fours in my pop, off the kobe i’m stuck

these n-gg-z so funny man
n-gg- wanna talk man then n-gg- gon’ get dropped down one
say what you got to say? what they gonna say?
n-gg-z already know what it is man
we been doing this sh-t man
n-gg-z know we been the hottest, we been getting money
we been pulling up on whatever blocks, wetting sh-t, gang!
i’m going back in, free crack 2, the mixtape

before this rapping we was playing with poles
chasing back and we gonna take a soul
keep up with us cause n-gg-s can’t no more
they like: “this another play they role!”

i’m getting money, all my cases old
a n-gg- can’t never say he told
used to weigh the grams, now they weigh the gold
rob who, fill his face with holes

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