Play up, play up, and play the game!
Hell yahtry to dirty up my name
Sick of these "rappers" that don't matter, just bastards with no game
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck
In your mouth everyday and tel me you remember what
And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns
And that's what i call the game!
Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame
You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little
So insane,this man gonna hit you with a red bull bottle
To straighten his lane and finish the game,
And not a single feature except lil wayne
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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