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daz dillinger & jt the bigga figga - game for sale كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i’m from the home where the n-ggas push tapes out the trunk
and make movies with they lunch money filmin’ out trucks
independent rap movin’ tapes like crack
got em’ hooked on this west coast rap, we got stacks
adapts and m-p-cs and mic chords
thug sh-t, something we on and fight for
bring it all together and start with group ten
all the homies on the block is my distribution
cheap for staff, keep the heat and cash
no matter the situation hit the gas and dash
we got it locked door, copped mo’ n-ggas from the block so
you can’t f-ck with this, we got scripts

[chorus]
all i wanna do is put my hands on some dough
reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor
see around my neighborhood n0body knows
what n-ggas might do to put they hands on some dough
all i wanna do is put my hands on some dough
reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor
see around my neighborhood n0body knows
what n-ggas might do to put they hands on some dough
n-ggas got game for sale, n-ggas got game for sale
see n0body knows
n-ggas got game for sale, n-ggas got game for sale
see n0body knows
n-ggas got game for sale, n-ggas got game for sale
n0body knows
n-ggas got game for sale, n-ggas got game for sale
we got game for sale

[verse 2]
show me right, i don’t know whether rhyme or write
then hit you with the sh-t ya don’t like
me and my n-gga’s game be trunk tight
we down to blast on sight
hit a n-gga with the infrared light
so when we see his family we know it’s on on site
it don’t matter, young n-gga get down evry night
holdin’ b-tch n-gga wifey up for the right price
give me a couple of cakes and i’ll the b-tch escape

[verse 3]
all i wanna do is get rich, stack my chips
slap a b-tch if she think that sh-t sick
only f-ckin’ with n-ggas that keep it real in the game
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you suckers tryin’ to hate on my name
it’s simple and plain, i’m sick in the brain
quick to explain, you know, i don’t give a dang
i’ma ride this motherf-cker till the wheels fall off
i’m a hustlin’ b-tch that can’t take no loss

[verse 4]
and it’s kurupt, the real close, n-gga become ya folk
when ya fall out over dope money and c0ke money
ain’t sh-t funny, n-ggas k!ll for the quick money
it’s real in the shady world of fake and falsey
n-gga don’t dare to cross me i’m a jewel in the game
and you’s a fool in the game without a tool in the game
end up catchin’ a slug to the brain
i warned you once
now them same n-ggas that’s plottin’
is them same n-ggas you smokin’ blunts with
hope you still while i’m sick of this sh-t
i spent a lot of nights tryin’ to plant blunts for a l!ck
couldn’t go through with it cause of a guilty conscience
many mobsters say they real but they really imposters
money i don’t got a lot of, a lot of
get ya money and try to do right in the game
ain’t about to the gang
walk up out of the game, we make mail n-gga
for the right price we got game for sale n-gga

- daz dillinger jt the bigga figga

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