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n-game - b!tch lyrics

(intro)
yuh yuh
boutta go stupid
shout out n game on the beat
that’s me
let’s go

(verse 1)
i get bolder by the second
b+tch lemme teach you a lesson
watch me pen in these sentences
still you might never get it
i build up my leverage
deal w a death wish
assemble my troops
then we cook em in seconds
i gave em the boot
truths in the movements
thеy be talking bad behind my back
like i’m stupid
i am just thе new kid
tryna get a f+ckin bag b+tch
ain’t gonna pass on the action
back w the bat sh+t
smackin the ass out the fabric
packin the bong on her mattress
think i heard a fat b+tch
i put the games in the past tense
ima pass on the captions
passed all the sad sh+t
a k!ller made to react
how i go so hard with my soul intact
its passive
its just the game of attraction
the fate is in the ashes
this sh+t was always meant to happen
with the flow so cold
the bars so hard
the beat so big
it blew my speakers to
some dozens of pieces
i couldn’t believe it
i’m runnin from my demons
momma didn’t raise a trackstar
didn’t mean to go off the deep end
i got a black heart
a deal with the devil
trail blazing
like its nascar
whipe that lil smile off your face boi
playin with greatness
man f+ck a piece i think i’m boutta take the whole cake
messing w my old ways
that was just the old days
i went insane
tryna make a f+ckin name like
whoa sh+t
f+ck my image
yall don’t really know the kid
just the gimmick
yall won’t really hold my soul over writtens
cause i’m bold in the raps
but kosher with incentive
(bridge)
sh+t i’m done with the bullsh+t
cracking the bullwhip
little momma got insulted
all these b+tches is repulsive if i’m being honest
(upstate new york)
how’s a potty trained adult stay sh+ttin on em
oh sh+t
that’s another b+tch lost to the game
for my gain
w her pause on my waist like
woah b+tch
you f+ckin wish you could hate the kid
but i’ve had this sh+t
bag my sh+t
plus the bars are what i major in

(verse 2)
fake sh+t
fake bars i live it
cheap cars like civic
fake rocks like plymouth woah
woah b+tch
get the f+ck off my d+ck
or you might get bit like
im tryna give a little insight
from a nympho never cold
all these writtens really blowin out the dome
b+tch i really want the smoke
sh+t i could never get too much but
you’d think i’d prolly stop if i gave a f+ck
couldn’t wait for luck
my game went up
faster than all the whackest matters
passin my name for fun
like sh+t
karate chop to his bladder
splattering bloodstain in patterns
perfectly pushin me to pop off
after the fact
don’t gimme that
b+tch i’m a new man
i still wear pajamas
and my manager is 2 hands
you gotta know what it feel like to follow the truth
and the truth is
this been comin for a couple of minutes
b+tch
steady grillin in the crib
(hot)
catch me cookin w a bib
some life in my eyes when i roll that spliff
never gonna drop cause i love this sh+t
uh
bar for bar
call it pound for pound
the kid a heavyweight
i’ll die yellin f+ck this town
the day i make it the same i’m smackin everybody who doubted me
after alla this you still really clownin me
sh+t
(outro)
i guess the world go around bro

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