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yung dxnn - game over كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
dxnn
due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised (d-mn)

[hook:yung dxnn]
play with my money it’s game over, f-cked yo b-tch
then kicked her out as soon as she came over (b-tch)
f-ck how she feel i can’t love her i told her (nah)
in love with money and drank in my soda (yah)
smoking doja by the pound i’m a stoner (gas)
block getting hot and my glock is bipolar (bop bop)
don’t break under pressure i keep my composure (nah)
stay low key you won’t see me in no rover
i pull up it’s game over, f-cked yo b-tch
then kicked her out as soon as she came over (b-tch)
f-f-ck how she feel i can’t love her i told her (nah)
in love with money and drank in my soda (yah)
smoking doja by the pound i’m a stoner (gas)
block getting hot and my glock is bipolar (boom)
don’t break under pressure i keep my composure (nah)
stay low key you won’t see me in no rover (d-mn)

[verse 1:yung dxnn]
they think i’m the prey i’m the predator
i got the pack, the pills, the pints, etcetera (i got the gas)
said he the plug then we set him up
i need that paper lil b-tch swear to god i can’t get enough (b-tch where the money)
i get that bag on a regular
if he really want all that drama then we can set it up (boom boom)
i pull up with a chopper then pop it off let it edge him up
i don’t really give a f-ck about nothing if it’s war then we gon’ wet em up
and i’m good in my hood if he really want war
extended the mag i’ma shoot til’ i score (bop bop)
tryn’ f-ck up them racks i need money galore
if i f-ck up my money i’m coming for yours (gimmie da’ loot)
c-c-creep up on your crib kick in the door
his baby mama said his bricks in the drawer (ay)
bet that he won’t trust that b-tch anymore (b-tch)
light his -ss up hear the sh-lls hit the floor
don’t none of y’all really wanna try me
ar my main b-tch but this glock is my sidepiece (ha ha ha)
if you really want it p-ssy come find me (p-ssy)
bite when i bark and my brotha’s behind me
b-tch bad as f-ck cause she red just like yg (bad)
i’m in the trenches give a f-ck if they sign me (hood)
p-pull up on em late night hit the high beams
if he say i ain’t with the sh-t he lying (d-mn)

[hook:yung dxnn]

[verse 2:yung dxnn]
r-r-rollin up thunder i ran up my numbers i gotta get it no delaying (f-ck do you mean)
f-ck is you saying? play with my paper a hundred and fifty rounds get to spraying
boy get to praying, run up on me leave em laying, whipping the pot we ain’t playing (whip whip)
this sh-t ain’t no game, i been out chasing the money don’t give a f-ck about the fame (nah)
need that rollie on my wrist (ice)
i’m like tony with the bricks (white)
your b-tch phone me for some d-ck (pipe)
get the dome and then i dip (sike)
ain’t got time for all these b-tches want my riches but i’m all about my chips (yikes)
roll with guerrillas who heartless in the dark with choppers k!llers in the mist (ay)
i get the work off the boat like barbados finessing a payload so f-ck what you talking bout (b-tch)
play with my pesos i spray with the draco and get to bussin’ at yo mama house (b-tch)
shooter gon’ lay low and do what i say so if i give the order he chalk em out (woah)
black gun and black mask and a black body bag get it off when i go take the garbage out (d-mn)

[hook:yung dxnn]

- yung dxnn

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