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the game - f.w.m lyrics

[verse 1: yonni]
many even stressing
riding through the city, motherf-ckers asking questions like
can i make it make sense?
been to school my whole life, my best teacher was experience
so what me can’t tell y’all n-ggas nothing
i can show you how i move
you can watch the way i run it, bust it
and far from a newjack, so many bad b-tches with me
it’s like orange is the new black
watch me shine on ’em
got me feeling like the kids, so wait me grind on ’em
[?]
but you’re a stupid when the n-gga he was blind on it
man trying to be your sh-t [?]
f-ckin” parasuco jeans and [?]
sippin’ on that hennessy, no chaser
mateen gon’ hot, like the eightfive make, ’cause i ain’t bullsh-ttin’

[hook: yonni]
n-gga ten toes in the dirt, i be puttin’ in work, i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
hittin’ on me ain’t gon’ work, f-ck around and get hurt, i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
n-gga ten toes in the dirt, i be puttin’ in work, i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
hittin’ on me ain’t gon’ work, f-ck around and get hurt, i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no, body, f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no body f-ckin’ with me (f-ckin’ with me)
ain’t no, body, f-ckin’ with me

[verse 2: the game]
creesha, nice to meet ya
i like your body, i like your features
i can’t afford to f-ck with you, but i’ll leash ya
heard you had trouble with them curve, i’ll teach ya
teach you how to ride it like the raingler
didn’t your momma tell you not to f-ck with strangers
the cl-t strangler, too late, you’re in danger
the rain maker, you climax when i switch fingers
ain’t no body f-ckin’ wit’ you, huh?
wait ’til i slide in, put the whole nine in
ain’t no body f-ckin’ wit’ you (ahh)
it’s the weekend, we got a party next door, come!

- the game lyrics

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