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letra de game on pt. 2 - sob x rbe

[intro: slimmy b]
sob x rbe n-gga
we ain’t playing with you sore ass n-ggas mane
ain’t sh-t no game over here n-gga
n-ggas know what it is n-gga
n-ggas know who the gang is n-gga
n-ggas know who up n-gga
and n-ggas know who suck n-gga
you n-ggas is opps n-gga
for real n-gga (uh)

[verse 1: slimmy b]
n-ggas wanna play? i ain’t trippin’ n-gga game on
tints so dark can’t see sh-t with these shades on
we don’t do no askin’ round here we just take souls
stock in a glock and i’ma bust till his face gone
no it ain’t the .40, walkin’ funny ’cause the bankroll
choppa get to singin’, put that draco on drake mode
make a n-gga and his b-tch dance, no tango
i’m bustin’ then daboii is too, real bang bros
take a b-tch, bandit, these n-ggas can’t stand it
they think i’m mariah how i let go this cannon
sh-t get real we in the field we don’t panic
strap a 3k, tryna klu klux klan sh-t
.45 get to trippin’, like that b-tch havin’ a tantrum
nerds tryna copy, you know i had to uncle sam ’em
stomp a n-gga out, in these bred 1’s band ’em
dumb hoes, bum hoes, f-ck i can’t stand ’em
wanna f-ck with us you broke n-ggas betta team up
this .40 got me walkin ’round the hood like i’m king tut
bands on me bust down, b-tch not a thing tucked
was runnin’ ’round the hood broke, till a n-gga beast up
i’m from the north pole
where them n-ggas keep poles
glock on t.o
will make you sing like ne-yo
coppin’ guns but can’t shoot, like shaq at the free throw
and n-ggas cold, what the f-ck you think i got this heat for?
me and bro passin’ b-tches i can’t even speak on
back to back treat they ass, like we playin’ ping-pong
xd on d.b-ttah pokin’ out the peacoat
and this .40 shootin’ sh-t that’s knocking down king kong lil n-gga
[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
young n-ggas haters three bands when i wake up
catch an opp [?] b-tch face like makeup
feds tryna raid us we been totin’ rayguns
i think she just argue cause she let em make us
n-ggas know t.o. keep clips for the reload
they team automatic shoot shots for the free throw
my weapons all lethal so big sh-t illegal
sippin’ this lean got me leanin’ like ne-yo
sunday, monday, neck on a tuesday
posted on wednesday, f-ck what your friends say
sippin’ on thursday, forgot about thursday
go up on a thursday my main b-tch go both ways
been home for two days no game but keep two k’s
outside a [?] he don’t get two ways
i got that glock on me guap on me cash on me hundreds on me and they blueface
no, i don’t do kisses but i just might kiss her
she tell me it’s mine and it ain’t n0body hit it
they say i been hated the chop like a midget
you with it or not? n-gga make your decision
cause i’m in your city right now
glock on me and it hold fifty right now
slide down your block it’s gon be a man down
two chops hold two hunnid merry go rounds

[verse 3: daboii]
n-ggas speaking on my name they don’t know nothing
big glock b-tch you know it’s a pole on it
big chop with a drum just to hold hunnid
empty out the clip leave him cold like his nose running
like a spoiled kid n-gga you don’t know me
my brodie in the back’s in the sh-lls with the forty
young n-ggas tote heat b-tch do the whole team
we don’t do the block hit a l!ck and stay lowkey
b-tch! who you n-ggas talkin’ to?
my n-ggas really riding y’all some bums where y’all walking to?
n-ggas want problems opp a tutor get to solvin’ em
you cuffin’ on these hoes imma pass i ain’t hogging em
my n-ggas want chains like a motherf-ckin’ uniform
you mad off a b-tch? i ain’t even wanna do the wh0re
that’s yo wife what the f-ck is she choosy for?
you n-ggas full of l’s lol y’all don’t shoot the scores

- sob x rbe

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