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letra de game over - head hunchoo

(intro)
(head hunchoo)
aye foe pass me that that lighter
and that wood right there
aye uh

(head hunchoo)
ain’t doing no talking b-tch n-gga what’s happening
n-ggas dont want static, f-ck n-gga you cappin’

(nowayy ap)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splattin’ we pistol packing

(head hunchoo)
nah i ain’t just rapping
tazo get active, ap gon blast him

(ctp tazo)
game over for you n-ggas
on foe nem yeah sh-t get tragic

(head hunchoo verse 1)
yeah, game over for you n-ggas (for you n-ggas)
f-ck n-gga i ain’t doing no talking (no talking)
p-ssy boy i ain’t running no fades (no fades)
hit him up, no bap, white chalk him
(blatt-gang)
lv hold up my jeans (jeans)
all this money they keep on falling (falling)
no i can’t trust a city b-tch (nah gang)
block hoes they keep on stalking
f-ck n-gga we don’t play that (play that)
hollow tips gon let his face wet
this money come in vary
p-ssy b-tch, we ain’t the same next (samd next)
gle b-tch on the e-way (skrt)
hundred grand ice on my wrist, neck (wrist neck)
bad b-tch she thick as f-ck (uh yea)
but i can’t cuff her
i just want s-x, then it’s god bless (gang)
yeah its f-ck a b-tch
she just want the d-ck then we done
man don’t call me twin, broski, gang (what?)
you n-ggas my sons
b-tch my name whole weight
hunchoo gang, i ain’t talking tons
i go dumb, flexin, steppin’
on you n-ggas like some gum (b-tch)
(chorus 1)
all that woofin’ on the gram
now he praying like a priest
hunchoo gang no you can’t hang (hunchoo gang you can’t hang b-tch)
b-tch we eating its a feast (feast)
b-tch dont play about my money (money)
make a n-gga rest in peace (peace)
its m.o.b b-tch f-ck hoe (f-ck a b-tch man)
get paid, yessir mission complete (gang aye)
ain’t doing no talking
b-tch n-gga what’s happening (whats happening)
n-ggas don’t want static (static)
f-ck n-gga you cappin’ cappin)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splatting we pistol packing
nah i ain’t just rapping (rapping)
tazo get active , ap gon blast him
game over for you n-ggas
on foe nem yeah sh-t get tragic

(ctp tazo verse 2)
ctp back in this muf-cka
so it’s f-ck ya
yo girl hitting my line she too thirsty
i don’t want to f-ck her
hunchoo and ap, free lejen too
yeah them my f-ckin brothers
can’t forget kj
he let it spray ( get out way)
you better duck for cover
game over b-tch
yeah f-ck yo clique
i’m in this b-tch
hermes the wrist
can’t drip like this
class been dismissed
yeah i’m sh-t
blackout the whip
tint 5 percent
diamonds on glist
i love my umm
bae give me kiss
let me check the list
check on my list
i grind for this
10 hour shifts
it wasn’t bliss
this ain’t a script
trying to get picked
but i’m too strict
no treats for tricks
so she got skipped
marni the drip, okay i quit
(chorus 2)
all that woofin’ on the gram
now he praying like a priest
hunchoo gang no you can’t hang (hunchoo gang you can’t hang b-tch)
b-tch we eating its a feast (feast)
b-tch dont play about my money (money)
make a n-gga rest in peace (peace)
its m.o.b b-tch f-ck hoe (f-ck a b-tch man)
get paid, yessir mission complete (gang aye)
ain’t doing no talking
b-tch n-gga what’s happening (whats happening)
n-ggas don’t want static (static)
f-ck n-gga you cappin’ cappin)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splatting we pistol packing
nah i ain’t just rapping (rapping)
tazo get active , ap gon blast him
game over for you n-ggas
on foe nem yeah sh-t get tragic

(nowayy ap verse 3)
the opps can’t put me on a shirt
but you might see me in a he-rs-
n-ggas p-ssy, copy cat
i know these b-tches come gon first
i tell my b-tch dont kiss my face
i got these b-tches well rehe-rs-d
my mama told me hit the booth
and now im just k!lling verse
and then i slide out
hunchoo, ap gon ride out
on go, tazo, we fly now
on god, we shoot yo hideout
b-tch who creeping, let me find out
leave him leakin let him die out
i ain’t speaking thats a cry out
leave him drenched and let him dry out
yeah i don’t fold for sh-t
try to run these bullets hawk you down
like it got face id
bout to clip these n-ggas
bout to call a f-cking uav
i’m the smartest n-gga in the room
i got a phd and we gon get sh-t done
they split the profit with just you and me
(chorus 3)
all that woofin’ on the gram
now he praying like a priest
hunchoo gang no you can’t hang (hunchoo gang you can’t hang b-tch)
b-tch we eating its a feast (feast)
b-tch dont play about my money (money)
make a n-gga rest in peace (peace)
its m.o.b b-tch f-ck hoe (f-ck a b-tch man)
get paid, yessir mission complete (gang aye)
ain’t doing no talking
b-tch n-gga what’s happening (whats happening)
n-ggas don’t want static (static)
f-ck n-gga you cappin’ cappin)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splatting we pistol packing
nah i ain’t just rapping (rapping)
tazo get active , ap gon blast him
game over for you n-ggas
on foe nem yeah sh-t get tragic (hunchoo b-tch)

- head hunchoo

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