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sadat x - games sober lyrics

[intro]
a while ago, just want you to know
just who you’re listenin’ to (say whaaaaat?)
so listen let me tell you
who i am, and what i do

[chorus: sadat x and other]
check it out, the wild c-o-w-b-o-y’s
and we the capital m to the b’s to the p’s
[together]
money boss and the wild cowboys, goin down in history, well…

[verse 1: sadat x]
makin’ moves with my cats, it’s the money boss players
it don’t pay to have money if you ain’t stacked in layers
when i say wild cowboys the name says it all
i’m like your favorite, tell your man what you wanna tell him
i run styles, stack piles, more than a thousand empty vials
the new rhyme era, makes me the new york terror
bronx n-gga’s hold ya corner, if it’s your girl get up on her
and bodegas across the street, holdin’ guns

[verse 2: lord taruiq]
it’s mad heat n-gga’s on the quest to get the riches
fives threes or st-tches
dicin’ dumb b-tches
ridin’ in the sixes, windows tinted
on the rover, but now it’s over
the cocaine game is now sober so move over
you’re better off walkin’ now-a-days these cars is coffins
so here lies new york for extortion and i’m off in
any n-gga in my path, fast you can ask
big guy, c-deb, and lord, trey bag, and cheeba don

[verse 3: shawn black]
ayyo if you didn’t know i’m from the boogie
keep a hoodie and start a n-gga
and flip a brick for the triple figures
it’s the young cat, black push wigs facts and brackets
bronx drug traffic, soldier heads wreak havoc
it’s the sb, from the one-six-sluggy, but yo
i’m a-solo with a pair of peps and my polo
peep my flow so, the mafioso sell coco
i’m chillin, prepared for all the snakes i might be k!llin’

[chorus]

[verse 4: cheeba don]
i keeps it low creepin’, the cuban link peepin’
i plays the back of the ac, with the tints half cracked
blowin’ smoke thinkin’, about bm’s and rims
but my left and rights, ain’t pushin’ nothin but some timb’s
talkin’ bout (cheeba), you got flow yeah (cheeba)
you got dough yeah bankrolls fly clothes yeah
chicken-heads swearins they b-ttafouco
just because they got a sixty dollar pair of parasuco

[verse 5: ?]
well it’s your franchise, i play timb’s and bm’s
knots, twenties and tens, blacked-out p’s with rims
i spring drops plus invest in spots
so i can float yachts, while my crew play the lot
five hundred grand, me and my fam livin’ flam
money boss comin’ through, with the brand new land
i play the back seater, me and cheeba smokin’ reefer
my crew got bricks, pushin’ sticks, lookin’ sick

[chorus]

[verse 6: ?7]
well bust the collaboration, the cowboys and the players
money boss from uptown to watch these bronx n-ggas lace this
sadat p-ss that pot, twist up so we can rock
get this louie and yo’ mayor rudy need to get popped
for any altercations, we bring the beef to the streets
that’s word to mother, cause n-ggas love the industry beef
mc’s is plastic just like the glock they packin’
makin’ noise with some wild cowboys but not from daps

[verse 7: ?8]
aiyyo these prophets is makin’ profits, street dimensions
n-gga’s died to play bm suspensions
n-gga’s minds is cluttered, ghetto blocks they stay flooded
crack sales prevail, n-gga’s murdered for half a hundred
i live amongst players n-gga these streets is ferocious
new york, new york — f-ck screamin’ coastes kid
for real-ah, you ain’t a k!lla till you k!lled the k!lla
the uptown endorses, the money bosser

[verse 8: minnesota]
listen, like a player got bad b-tches, the fed’s got snitches
i play these streets for what they worth, bx my place of birth
bronx new york, stop the bank, went out and thanks spendin’ mon’
so f-ck a b-tch, hocus pocus watch this broke n-gga turn rich
all you clown n-ggas banned money boss sets the trends
false rehearsal, all your rhymes sound like a car commercial
lay my sh-t down, world renowned, take your paper
minnesota i’m that n-gga talkin trap with my players

[chorus]

[outro: x2]
money boss and the, straight flossin’ the
the cowboys in the, makin’ noise in the

- sadat x lyrics

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