Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game Fucked Up, artist - Chris Webby. Album song 28 Wednesdays Later, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
Game Fucked Up |
You got the game fucked up like a glitch |
Up on your Nintendo Switch |
Run and tell 'em, «Chris, go and sell a bit» |
'Cause nobody fucking with me on that higher level shit |
I ain’t stunting for the 'Gram, you could only tell I’m rich |
If you hire a forensic accountant for all I’m making |
From all my limited liability corporations |
Hating all they can, taking what’s on the menu |
All of it I’ll be ordering for the lengths that I went to |
Pausing in not an option, my start button is broken |
So while your game’s frozen I’m sparking up an explosion |
With my red-dead revolver that’s targeting my opponents |
Boy, you’re sicker than COVID, no argument, I’m the chosen |
Approaching the top, so the hate, I handle it often |
But still they turn the other way when they see this animal crossing |
You better watch how you play me, I got a gambling problem |
My body slamming the costume and put they mans in a coffin |
And put my hands on 'em and damage 'em, go check on my file |
A devilish child, master of this veteran style |
Ever since I took my very first breath of the wild |
I been aiming my bow and arrow at they necks from a mile |
I let it fly, let 'em bleed, I just kill and proceed |
Follow that Assassin’s Creed with a trick up my sleeve |
Every syllable is billable, my billion streams |
Is making millions, I’m living my dreams, so I tell 'em like |
Yeah, ay, circle up |
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up |
Better duck if you come around us |
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up |
Ay, ay, circle up |
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up |
Better duck if you come around us (yeah) |
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up (yeah, yeah) |
I’ma set this bitch on fire, yeah |
Me and Webby 'bout to slide |
Got a date with death, are you surprised? |
You niggas getting euthanized |
How the fuck you getting crucified |
Over dumb shit you said in '05? |
Yeah |
Oh me, oh my, yeah |
Suck a dick and go die, hah |
Had to make bread like this with ya |
Time is running, nigga, tick tick, yeah |
I’ma get it over like a slit wrist, yeah |
This poem wouldn’t make for a big fish, yeah |
I ain’t saving these hoes, yeah bitch wish ya |
To be around me, that’s a privilege, yeah |
So why you all up in my business? |
Yeah |
You, yeah |
I’m just California dreaming |
I get head on California king, she swallowed all my semen |
Sight was garbage, I was reading, no regards, you saw me grieving |
Okay, now the tables turned, I beat the odds and I got even, yeah |
The devil a lie, I’m one hell of a guy |
If I do revs in Dubai |
I’m Beverly Hills on amphetamine pills |
Fur on my belt like Cruella de Ville |
They heads off the cheese like it’s spreading on grill |
Fuck these niggas, ain’t handing out meals |
My Henn and my stu, just went on my pills |
So I’m 'boutta get help, goddamn it, I’m ill |
Yeah, ay, circle up |
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up |
Better duck if you come around us |
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up |
Ay, ay, circle up |
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up |
Better duck if you come around us |
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up |