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the game - standing on ferraris lyrics

[produced by jahlil beats]

[intro: the game & diddy]
i put that on piru
yo game, let’s go

[chorus: the game]
i’ve been shot stabbed, left for dead, walked through every hood in la
bandana on my head, guarantee that shit was red
machetes and them choppers out, b-tches with their knockers out
i done f-cked ’em all, that’s why i’m standing on ferraris, nigga
from the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
yeah, that’s why i’m standing on ferraris, nigga
in a 64, 6’5, too big for a bugatti
that’s why i’m standing on ferraris, nigga

[verse 1: the game & diddy]
ran the west for a decade nigga, check the bio
gave you cincinnati fitteds like i get it in ohio
autographs on the vinyl made the lamb albino
straight away in the wraith, that’s a peyton manning spiral
you lookin’ at your idol, jesus wrote the bible
yeezus, that’s my nike town rival
dare a nigga try me now, like why me now
lookin’ for red octobers, i will tie him down
stay laced, spit nothin’ but based, yeah
all my shit b-mp like craig mack face
ask your favorite b-tch how my d-ck taste (baaaaaaaaddd boyyyyyy)
ask your neighbor’s b-tch how my d-ck taste
don’t take orders, i dictate, get your shit straight
d-ckface, perpetual rollies with the big face
i got ’em lovin’ the movement
beard so long, i’m feelin’ like rick rubin

[verse 2: the game]
top floor at the biltmore, say they want a
war, shit, that’s what i’m built for, loungin’
miami with the eye candy
b-tches names sandy and bambi, my exes can’t stand me
god blessed the nigga with more swag than jigga
more hoes than trigga, trigga know, that’s my nigga though
figure four down, figueroa, ric flair
phantom, all red flannel, niggas don’t hit me though
spit on models, r.kelly, piss on the center fold
ever since doc showed me a billion in a envelope
love jimmy, f-ck interscope, i’m a don
walk outside, naked, cuban cigar and louboutins, huh
shit on my lawn, snakes in the gr-ss
i hear ’em slitherin’ and hissin’ whenever i p-ss
ridin’ with somethin’ french; khloe kardash’
two-hundred on the dash, that’s your -ss

[outro: diddy]
yo, this nigga game bought me a motherf-ckin’ red ferrari for my birthday, nigga. (i put that on piru) told me i was honorary. (put that on piru)
i said, nigga, i’m with whatever with this motherf-ckin’ red ferrari, nigga. yeah, i’ll take it
nigga, game givin’ out red ferraris for no reason, it was just a tuesday
a motherf-ckin’ tuesday. niggas said happy tuesday, puff
now that nigga wanna stand on my ferrari every day
now that nigga wanna stand on my motherf-ckin’ ferrari all the time
drivin’ down the street with hype williams shootin’ a video. we ain’t even shootin’ a video, we just motherf-ckin’ ridin’ down the street, this nigga got hype williams shootin’ and shit
see this what happens when that east meets west, we get together, know what i’m sayin’? say f-ck the rest, we start partyin’ and bullshittin’, havin’ a good time, throwin’ pool parties and shit
niggas start buyin’ niggas from the east coast ferraris and shit, shit all good, red ferraris at that, nigga
shit, ain’t got no time for no other shit, i just got time to get this motherf-ckin’ money man. get this money with me man. so that’s what we decided to do so now we gettin’ more money than anybody and everybody
and the only color that we motherf-ckin’ at the end of the day gonna beef over is that motherf-ckin’ green motherf-cker

- the game lyrics

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