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three5ive - dirty game lyrics

f+ck the talk you save that for the birds
had to tell lil wop to chill cause he just like to purge
you’ll think i’m into baseball how i throw the curves
i switched my last b+tch with my last b+tch
she get on my nerves
won’t think past tense it get tragic
when i’m in my zone you f+ck with the same b+tch that i bussed down
then left alone and now you happy with her but if call her one time
i still can have it n+gga
like why they think i’m not that guy
cause i be rapping n+gga
but if i spin around yo block then i ain’t rapping with ya
gotta keep these diors on my feet so
i keep taxing n+ggas
just a band for a feat then imma put it on my feet
get the whole a bag then ice my t++th
we be going all in catch a play then repeat
swear it be the same n+ggas that ain never put it in work
now they say they gang members til i put em on a shirt
brodie finger itching should i send em on a lurk

them n+ggas don’t be on none they out there with them guys
but can’t show me no money boy how you satisfied
i’m trynna do em dirty he take it up with god
they have a closed casket then they wonder why
this sh+t a dirty game
don’t give a f+ck about list
f+ck you and what’s his name
he started rapping made a diss
i still don’t know his name
when we draw fire you’ll get hit
they don’t know who to blame

forever got all my n+ggas forever got all my dawgs
i don’t put love in these b+tches but she get wet when i call
i keep investing in business
i’m getting better and all
you let yo lil homie cross you
cause you wouldn’t pass em the ball
you could’ve taught em the game
you could’ve put em on plays
but he working 9 to 5
and he make minimum wage
i take my brothers where i go
we all gone turn up on stage this sh+t get better , better
i got the game i won’t let up
yo b+tch gone do what i tell her
my bro was writing me letters
he came home stepped in margielas

same n+ggas all on my d+ck feel like they got a vindetta they hate when i’m poppin all my sh+t they try they hardest to catch up we from the bottom of the bricks this get hard they ain tell us young n+ggas playing basketball but now they swinging that metal this sh+t get heartless this started in apartments this from the projects now i’m just being honest

- three5ive lyrics

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