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letra de the game (extended version) - yung armani

[intro]
ha-ha-ha
true
kevin, this is nice

[chorus: trapface isla]
he steady wanna taste so i’mma put him to the test
throw it back if he don’t catch it then it’s on to the next
you don’t like it, keep it movin’
i don’t wanna know yo’ name then
think i’m actin’ boujee, you don’t got play the game then
i want what i want, how i want it, when i want it, yeah
i want what i want, how i want it, when i want it, yeah
i want what i want, how i want it, when i want it, yeah
if think i’m actin’ boujee, you don’t got play the game then
[verse 1: yung armani]
don’t play the game, you know i bang
twistin’ my fingers and i’m with the gang
need noodles, go to pf changs
on stage with diamonds, all i hear is clangin’
chains so heavy, they hang
i’m a shotta, so stay in yo’ lane
all i speak in is slang
with my girl, she like a acrobat
draco black it’s like a bat
ain’t got my licensе but i’ll still drive cat
but it gotta be matte
you can gеt stepped on like a mat
ain’t neva snitched, i ain’t no rat
gangsta’ and gotta whole lotta tats
his brains went splat
he taller than a bobcat
told him to not use that format
from texas, neva wore a cowboy hat
fast like tiger cat
heaven is his natural habitat (kevin, this is nice)

[chorus: trapface isla]
he steady wanna taste so i’mma put him to the test
throw it back if he don’t catch it then it’s on to the next
you don’t like it, keep it movin’
i don’t wanna know yo’ name then
think i’m actin’ boujee, you don’t got play the game then
i want what i want, how i want it, when i want it, yeah
i want what i want, how i want it, when i want it, yeah
i want what i want, how i want it, when i want it, yeah
if think i’m actin’ boujee, you don’t got play the game then
[verse 2: yung armani]
this the extended, like i got some drums
pull up on yo block, body twitchin’, look like you havin’ fun
he not gettin’ that, he gettin’ a gun
and you know i wanna son
you know we gbg, stay off the phone
kay and tay, they need to be free, get them drones
gotta switch, you’ll be swimmin’, you won’t have a clone
throwin’ up crip, throwin’ up grapey, that’s my own
them bullets, they sting like a bee, they gettin’ thrown
i’ll get you k!lled, i’ll pay that fee, the money zone
pull up wit’ a drac, leave me alone

- yung armani

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