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letra de cut throat game - ramirez

[verse 1: ramirez]
golden t–th be glimmering and shining when you talking to me
just hit my pager to wager, this player do it with ease
this game infectious, leading b-tches to water, the shepherd
a couple thousand in seconds, this money makin’ genetic
reclining seats in my all-black benz
i keep my feet on the soil and blow the smoke into the wind
no time to sleep when there’s dollars to be made
a player keep it in motion ’til they dress me with displays
seeing visions of darkness and thunder striking mе down
my daughter hugging the casket, i gеt put under the ground
i’m seeing mama just crying, dressed in an all-black gown
but until that day come, i still be holding it down

[chorus: ramirez]
it’s a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
no matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
even when it starts to rain, a player always gon’ ball
gotta get the money, f-ck the fame
it’s a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
no matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
even when it starts to rain, a player always gon’ ball
gotta get the money, f-ck the fame

[verse 2: ramirez]
i got devils and demons whispering from my shoulders
telling me to do wrong, but they don’t know i’m a soldier
and i know i’m a sinner, been riding up with the worst kinds
standing up in the trenches, ’cause rami up in the front lines
chevy be swervin’, slithering like a serpent
breaking these n-ggas necks and leaving all these b-tches hurtin’
i be sipping this bourbon, always being observant
keepin’ my head up swiveled ’cause sucka n-ggas be lurkin’
it’s a cold-blooded game
b-tches be tripping and digging ditches for a player, mane
don’t go insane
the streets will be calling but make sure that you keep your frame, mane
[chorus: ramirez]
it’s a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
no matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
even when it starts to rain, a player always gon’ ball
gotta get the money, f-ck the fame
it’s a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
no matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
even when it starts to rain, a player always gon’ ball
gotta get the money, f-ck the fame

[outro: rocci]
ooh-oh, ooh-oh
aah-ah, aah-ah
ooh-oh, ooh-oh
aah-ah, aah-ah

- ramirez

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