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the game - who do you love (freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1: yg]
i’m that n-gga with the plugs
i’m the n-gga with the homies that be sellin’ drugs
i’m the n-gga on the back street
with the fire heat, n-ggas better run like athletes
i’m that n-gga, i’m that n-gga
my bank of america account got six figures
i’m that n-gga on the block
police pull up, i’m tryna stash the glock
uh, you that n-gga on the low-low
you’re the n-gga, you’re the one that be talkin’ to the po-pos
porsche sittin’ on forgi’s
n-ggas can’t afford these
the panamera sh-ttin’ on the 9-11
i call my homies, not 9-11
i’m the n-gga with the juice
but i’ll never do my n-gga like pac did q

[hook x4: yg]
b-tch, who do you love?

[verse 2: drake]
i got a shorty name texas and
she got a buddy name young jb and now you know the deal
we turnt up in the studio late night
that’s why the songs that you hear are comin’ real tight
ovo crew, n-gga, thought i told you
if you a player in the game, this should hold you
and man shout my n-gga game he just rolled through
eatin’ crab out in malibu at n0bu
a lot of fools puttin’ salt in the game
until these women get the notion that they runnin’ the game
they got money that they jumpin’ on the pole to make
did the model, took a flight to the golden state
i’m the general, just makin’ sure my soldiers straight
had to leave my n-gga, homie got an open case
but i’m big on the west like i’m big in the south
so we gon’ pay some people off, we gon’ figure it out
and my name too big, and my gang too big
young money sh-t, me and lil wayne too big
imma crush that -ss even if it ain’t too big
i would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
w-ssup

[hook]

[verse 3: game]
blood money, cash money and that’s all
i’m the n-gga with the crown on his head
cross me and my city, i put the town on your head
put that cl!ck-clack sound on your head
me and yg tha dogg pound wearing red
me and my n-gga drizzy running through miami like lebron
shout to nicki, shout to tune, shout to ricky
rack to the town roll a pound, shout out to nipsey
1000 dollar blunts, blow it down if you with me
get lost in the cloud, shout to pac, shout to whitney
rollin’ down wilshire in the wraith, shout to biggie
got my 2 chainz on feelin’ like t-ty
ciroc in my gl-ss, no diddy, just affili
no pity and the b-tches give me kitty like “meow”
35 million, how to make it? come and see how
ballin’ in the club, money tall as boris diaw
me and yg out, now tell me!

[hook]

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