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letra de ain't a game - boosie badazz

[intro: youngboy never broke again]
(by the studio, you hear us comin’ with that camera)
(dj swift on the track)
(dubba-aa flexin’)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, uh, uh
livin’ life on the edge for too long, you heard me? yeah

[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
i got three kids two baby mamas, at a early age
they criticize me, why you worried about it? b-tch, i’m paid
home in new orleans, need another one just for that a (need another one for that a, atlanta)
what’s the reason? why you tryna figure where i stay? (for ransom)
remember late nights with twin, we used to go to dancers
and watch the strippеrs, shake they ass, i used to wanna stamp ‘еm
but now, i’m over that
happy with the girl who love me
hoes who used to ain’t wan’ f-ck me tryna pay me, just to touch me
used to ain’t have nothin’, on roosevelt, i started hustlin’
me and bun b from maryland to carolina thuggin’
ran me some stories ’bout his mama, her name tangie swanson
told me how some n-ggas burned her just ’cause they was scared of her
these n-ggas clutchin’ dracos, believe me, they ain’t stuntin’
we got the highest murder rate, and it ain’t even summer
i just got out of jail and i ain’t tryna go back for nothin’ (and i ain’t)
mind set on gettin’ this money, don’t make me feel you tryna harm me, bang
so much hatred, but i know everybody can’t love me (i know, yeah)
i really came from nothin’, i feel like, “f-ck ’em” (f-ck ’em)
gotta grow up, and be a man, so i’m done with thuggin’ (i’m done with thuggin’)
but still that same n-gga, i refuse to let ’em bust me (i refuse to let ’em bust me)
tryna lock me up for nothin’ (ooh, yeah), waitin’ on me to do somethin’ (waitin’ on me to do somethin’)
just wan’ take care my family, blow a bag with montana (yeah, yeah, yeah)
this for the ones who stuck with me (ooh), and most of all my nancy (oh, lord)
thought this sh-t we couldn’t handle (yeah, yeah), but now, i feel like, “d-mn ’em” (but now, i feel like, “d-mn ’em”)
[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
it’s a shame, man, i swear, this sh-t here ain’t a game (it ain’t a game)
i never changed, you’ll lose your life behind my chain (yeah, behind my chain)
i’m on probation, but i still’ll spin behind my gang (skrrt)
that’s what it is, i don’t need to f-ckin’ thank the game (the f-ckin’ game)
game, no, yeah
yeah
youngboy

[verse 2: boosie badazz]
never listen, pay attention, these the broken rules (rules)
f-ck detention, smoke a blunt, never go to school (brother)
n-gga like, “whatever, mama,” we was talkin’ back (talkin’ back)
cut the barrel, make it short, this is ‘cross the track
you ain’t know my cousin shot my cousin? these are f-ckin’ facts
n-gga wrote me from the pen’, asked me why i don’t shout him out, ’cause you a f-ckin’ rat
same n-gga, i would’ve rode for, tryna f-ck my b-tch
read through all this n-gga texts, he say he love my b-tch (he say he love my b-tch)
so i ain’t got no kinda love for a n-gga
antisocial, never see me at the club, with a n-gga (never see me at no club with no n-gga)
real n-gga, i’m the type to give a plug to a n-gga
give my sister to my hitter, ’cause my sister like my hitter
‘yo, it ain’t a game in the belly of the beast (belly of the beast)
cold nights, cold showers, you can’t tell me ’bout the streets
know who real, know who fakin’, you can’t tell me who for me (you can’t tell me who for me, straight up)
me and all the streets, we won’t tell it
hank, they free
brother

- boosie badazz

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