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