CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : THE GAME
Yeah (It's time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Hahahahahaha)
Yeah, all of my n***as they be in that trap house
We put that boy in submission he tap out
Bringing that blicky to Monday Night Raw
And I'm bringing that choppa to Friday Night Smackdown
We put that boy through a table
I'm going stupid like I am disabled
You cannot run whenever I shoot
All these bullets get shot in your ankle, b*t*h
I know when they talking, I don't wanna f**k
Fluff on that baby go walk with a strut
I got a bad a** b*t*h named Tia
And I'm finna tea her, putting my d**k in her guts
Walk in that booth with like 10 on my body
Certified high, n***a movin' like Bobby
B*t*h I got money, on monеy, on money, on money
I might park that Bentlеy on my f**kin' body
Mix in that movin' demonic
Heater on me, no you cannot disarm me
My brother keepin' that sh*t Dionny
I need a new coupe, I might cop the Ferrari
They not rendering what I say
I brought in that crew with a mask on my face
No I'm not in a clan, but my bro got a K
I'm counting on blues, not talkin' bout jay
My n***as be sippin', I'm off of the tea
I'm still with my gang, I'm still with my slatt, slatt!
Might go a buy a n***a weight for the zap, yeah
I like a lil' b*t*h with some att**ude
I'm bout to go blow me a bag or two
We gonna put that boy on the news
Posted outside and I stay with a crew
You border rope me and I'm gonna have to shoot
B*t*h!
Yeah (It's time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Hahahahahaha)
Yeah, all of my n***as they be in that trap house
We put that boy in submission he tap out
Bringing that blicky to Monday Night Raw
And I'm bringing that choppa to Friday Night Smackdown
We put that boy through a table
I'm going stupid like I am disabled
You cannot run whenever I shoot
All these bullets get shot in your ankle, b*t*h
I know when they talking, I don't wanna f**k
Fluff on that baby go walk with a strut
I got a bad a** b*t*h named Tia
And I'm finna tea her, putting my d**k in her guts
Walk in that booth with like 10 on my body
Certified high, n***a movin' like Bobby
B*t*h I got money, on money, on money, on money
I might park that Bentley on my f**kin' body
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Hahahahahaha)
Yeah, all of my n***as they be in that trap house
We put that boy in submission he tap out
Bringing that blicky to Monday Night Raw
And I'm bringing that choppa to Friday Night Smackdown
We put that boy through a table
I'm going stupid like I am disabled
You cannot run whenever I shoot
All these bullets get shot in your ankle, b*t*h
I know when they talking, I don't wanna f**k
Fluff on that baby go walk with a strut
I got a bad a** b*t*h named Tia
And I'm finna tea her, putting my d**k in her guts
Walk in that booth with like 10 on my body
Certified high, n***a movin' like Bobby
B*t*h I got money, on monеy, on money, on money
I might park that Bentlеy on my f**kin' body
Mix in that movin' demonic
Heater on me, no you cannot disarm me
My brother keepin' that sh*t Dionny
I need a new coupe, I might cop the Ferrari
They not rendering what I say
I brought in that crew with a mask on my face
No I'm not in a clan, but my bro got a K
I'm counting on blues, not talkin' bout jay
My n***as be sippin', I'm off of the tea
I'm still with my gang, I'm still with my slatt, slatt!
Might go a buy a n***a weight for the zap, yeah
I like a lil' b*t*h with some att**ude
I'm bout to go blow me a bag or two
We gonna put that boy on the news
Posted outside and I stay with a crew
You border rope me and I'm gonna have to shoot
B*t*h!
Yeah (It's time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Hahahahahaha)
Yeah, all of my n***as they be in that trap house
We put that boy in submission he tap out
Bringing that blicky to Monday Night Raw
And I'm bringing that choppa to Friday Night Smackdown
We put that boy through a table
I'm going stupid like I am disabled
You cannot run whenever I shoot
All these bullets get shot in your ankle, b*t*h
I know when they talking, I don't wanna f**k
Fluff on that baby go walk with a strut
I got a bad a** b*t*h named Tia
And I'm finna tea her, putting my d**k in her guts
Walk in that booth with like 10 on my body
Certified high, n***a movin' like Bobby
B*t*h I got money, on money, on money, on money
I might park that Bentley on my f**kin' body
