Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Game, artist - D Smoke. Album song Inglewood High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: WoodWorks
Song language: English
The Game |
Hello, Smoke |
We are visitors from beyond |
We are here to conduct a study (Study) |
To explore what your species has to offer |
And our findings are as follows |
Please hold on, these niggas act no different, they just want the game |
Please hold on, these niggas act no different, they just want the game |
Uh, listen |
The game is to be sold, not told |
Say ooh, ooh, they want that glitter, not gold |
Way too few pick of the litter that’s willing to go gorilla |
They get cocky when it’s rocky on that ASAP road |
No shortcuts unless you want short checks |
Quitters worry 'bout what mission they gon' abort next |
Winners hurry out the house with vision, they sights set |
Igniting the fire, no telling who they gon' light next, despite checks |
Being contingent on whether or not your engine combustion causes the pistons to |
rumble |
If not, you catching a bus to your destination |
Even with preparation |
Sometimes my overestimation left a nigga waitin' |
That’s the game |
Please hold on, these niggas act no different, they just want the game |
Please hold on, these niggas act no different, they just want the game |
With no further delay, I’m servin' 'em |
The ball is in my court, handle like Mr. Irving 'nem |
Candlelit bandit, fanning my flame with a salmon sandwich |
Some ranch, and a Canon camera to capture the hurdle, I’m |
Leaping over, my seat is cold, I ain’t rested in a week or months |
And doing far better than keeping up |
And speaking of heating up |
These hoes be in season, I’m |
Seeing 'em peeking, she vegan, swallowing meat, and I’m |
A little confused |
She wasn’t cute, well, now she little obtuse |
I got her open, now she soaking |
Five dollar bet says she could throat it all, and now she choking |
I told her shoot her shot again tomorrow, not DeRozan |
Want it all in her fallopian |
Tubes, plus her boobs just sit right |
But her friend ain’t pretty, look like she been in a fistfight |
But again, ain’t really concerned with her |
'Cause the both of us came to Earth |
To find a little Western comfort and a good night |
What it look like? |