the game - tim westwood freestyle lyrics
[verse 1: game]
game don’t freestyle
game don’t write
game don’t talk about n-ggas it’s on site
game don’t ride in cars, he ride bikes
game don’t buy dem j’s, he calls mike
game don’t fly commercial, he fly private
game ain’t on tim westwood, he on my sh-t
game came in the game with ross & jeezy
game don’t stand in line, he call yeezy
yeezy don’t pick up, game don’t press redial
game know khloe & kim, they on speed dial
game don’t wear no tux at big dinners
game hit the micky d’s with kris jenner
game ain’t makin’ amends with 50 cent
game still tryin’ to find out where 50 went
game ain’t the type of n-gga to f-ck with your favorite rapper on ig making them duck lips
game ain’t at home, boy, game in the uk
freestylin’ off the top, he like a toupée
game got all the answers, i’m like two ye’s
i’m an mcm, i’m f-cking on tuesday
game don’t do the women crush wednesday
if i said i was, i was lyin’ like penn state
i’m the type of game you don’t play, no monopoly boards, no nba
no xbox, n-gga no ps4, i bring the games to life, cod at your door
suge on -rs-nio talkin’ about game & kendrick
my contract f-cked up? how am i in this bentley?
how am i in this lambo? how am i in this rolls?
blood money poppin’ where the f-ck is death row?
don’t mention kendrick, let’s talk about what you got
cause the big homie is exactly what you not
word to big u, word to big wack
game came out n-ggas’ mouths, then you heard the bbrrraaaa
my n-ggas pull out guns, b-tches starts crawlin’
after the shots, like julie back to ballin’
all y’all must have forgot what game do
game don’t fall off n-gga, he ain’t you
now hold up a second, don’t brandish a weapon
i got one in london, put holes in your brethren
my n-ggas is trippin’, we all in your section
let one get away and them hollows’ll catch him
then i pj to spain just to get a neckless
sippin’ on syrup, like i play for the texans
they talk about drugs and they know i’m connected
you can’t do sh-t with the boy, he protected
by la familia, 1 shot we k!llin’ ya
blood money in london, ’bout to stack a milli up
la familia, 1 shot we k!llin’ ya
blood money in great britain, ’bout to stack a milli up
growing my beard out, lets bring philly up, meek my n-gga
don’t even bring gillie up
cause every time you do, we stack a milli up
like the new roc go dig a milli up, boy
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