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letra de brake lights - the game

[intro: busta rhymes]
my n-gga game
i remember when i first met the n-gga!
n-gga h-lla-flamed up, flagging and all that
n-gga told me he come through cedar block
out there in compton and sh-t
i said if this was one of my n-ggas from new york this n-gga be my n-gga
even though he from the west coast, he still my f-ckin’ n-gga
crazy sh-t though is even though it seem like the homie be strugglin’ between good and bad
at the end of the day, it always come from a genuine place
love that n-gga

[verse 1: the game]
i wake up in the morning to ciroc and some pancakes
give a f-ck about a bar, b-tch, this a mixtape!
give a f-ck about a car, b-tch, this a rover!
you drivin’ a mistake like me dissin’ hova
but i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga, do it all again
rule number one, never make a rap n-gga friend
but i run up on a m-th-f-ckin’ rap n-gga benz
in miami feeling like khaled, “all i do is win”
eighty thousand on the bracelet, watch got a face lift
drivin’ through the hood in this m-th-f-ckin’ sp-ceship
feelin’ like the first man on the moon
draped in all black, whole club full of goons
pumpin’ bottles ’til them pretty hoes move
tonight i’m f-ckin’ with b-tches with scars and bullet wounds
live in that ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
soo woo straight up out my mama womb, n-gga

[chorus: the game]
i’m in all red like my brake lights
in the kitchen on the stove
tryna get my cake right
i work late nights, graveyard shift
n-gga gotta keep it trill
i’m blessed like the angel on rolls phantom grill
don’t make me hit my brake lights
it’s a cold world, but it don’t taste right
gotta get it baked right
eyes in the rear view
so i can see clear through the haters

[verse 2: the game]
from the cradle to the grave n-gga, do it hard body
but i never f-ck with a b-tch with a hard body
soft as a peach, life is a beach
and i’m in venice laid on the beach, white sheets
with a dime-piece starin’ at my timepiece, what it say?
by six o’clock we be chillin’ at the mandalay, nice
chandon on the ice
swimmin’ in this f-ckin’ money, buy a hatin’ n-gga life
ask about mine, n-gga, i reply twice
b-tches run around my house, three blind mice
get lost in this m-th-f-cka
but i never get crossed in this m-th-f-cka
rottweilers at the door!
dobermans by the pool, dimes by the furnace
live life like capone cause a m-th-f-cka earned it
paper planes with them hunnid dolla bills
spent a couple mill but still, n-gga

[verse 3: the game]
one love to my n-ggas, two claps for my hoes
buy a dime piece some clothes, well n-gga, i suppose
i can get her jimmy choos, don’t mean that i’ma do it
went light skinned ’cause my first baby mama blew it
now i’m stuntin’ on dem hoes, what happened to the buick?
n-gga turned rap star, god bless music
now a n-gga gettin’ head whenever i choose it
blues brother’s jewels covered in that new goose n’
grew up on that snoop sh-t, gin got me woozy
got me feelin’ sorry for my n-gga lil’ boosie
turn up the f-ckin’ radio, bang a lil’ gucci
get high as a hummingbird, and touch a little coochie
yeah, i’m a made man, b-tch what you thought?
if i want an aston, that f-ckin’ b-tch bought
tell my n-gga ar, ‘go open up the vault’
and f-ck what it costs, money talk, n-gga

- the game

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