Текст песни The Game f JT - Money Over Bitches, слова песни The Game f JT

Текст песни The Game f JT - Money Over Bitches

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[The Game]Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah rightI`m air tight, fresh in them Air NikesIf the Navi outside, I might be thereBlack hoodie, black 9, black wifey airsRock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spareYou see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gearAnd when the beef cook, I`ma put the piece to your headAnd if you see a white truck that mean yo` sheets is deadThen I`m goin goin, back backto the block to dump the bucket and jump in the dropNiggaz know I`m good with the glock, they call me Chick HearnsCause if the game on knot, I`m callin the shotsI`ll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I`m The LOXThen get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan boxAnd when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shellsIn case niggaz want drama in hell[JT]Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get togetherShit happens mayne; real talk from ya nigga Fig`Doin it big and don`t wanna split yo` wig[Chorus: repeat 2X]I`ll give you anything you ask fo` - money over bitchesTell me what`chu blast fo` - fuck around with snitchesWhat you had to smash fo` - niggaz tried to play me man(1) Anything you ask fo` - all about this Bay game(2) Anything you ask fo` - representin Bay game[JT]I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I`m Lenny KravitzI`m in the streets where they goin savageOne, two, we dance on the rooftopLet the Coupe ghostride then we come to two stopsFigga eight`n by the corner sto`Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let `em knowYeahh, ya hit me on my SidekickInventory pilin up, niggaz tryin to buy shitThey got me diggin in my filesPro Tools, ADAT tapes and big soundsJumpin on a plane, jumpin out a taxi cabStackin up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad"Fuck that nigga! He got another album on the board?"Damn right, another album on the boardFuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don`t playI represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin day[Chorus][Verse Three]Count rubber band grandsI`m out big on the under, with my fam bamAnd I, hover the landsTo expand, I`m from the gutter grime and the sandNo jams the flam`s all bustedThe dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed inyour pockets, `til they get them someBut testin my pocket, only gets you noneCause I, got a pimp mentalityThe scrubs wanna eat shrimp, and get my salaryThey ain`t knowin I`m tight laced in my shoestringsHate the way I`m flowin on the mic, cause I do gleamAll types of baguettes and bezelsWe shine like life`s {?} rebels2005, me and my crew just pile the potsMove like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch[Chorus]

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Money Over Bitches

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