| Yeah hey yeah, she ain’t for you she for the game
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| Tryna get a piece a everything
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| Niggas and they feelings am in the bank
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| Back stroking in the shark tank
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| Figure Cause i’m smoke out that i can’t think
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| It’s the king of smoking maintain on that super dang
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| She feels safe in the coop it’s like a tank
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| Still got to ducked em potholes
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| Causing damage to the forgy idahoes
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| I navigate the city boobytrap with mah eyes close
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| Too quick on mah shell toes for them hoes
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| More focused on money roles
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| Captain new roles suicidal too tho
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| I get that work out got in versace gym clothes
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| You old heads i’ll tell you that i’ve been cold
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| Had it all figured out from fifteen years old
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| Playin mah cut playing the role
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| Know when i’d be chose
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| Money running bulshit walkin
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| Vvs diamonds do mah talking
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| Pussy for the gang
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| She try to get a piece of everything
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| Gold diggers eye fucking mah pinky ring
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| She try to get a piece of everything
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| In the club just following the champagne
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| She ain’t yours she for the Chanel furs
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| Leah jets horderves and hard to pronounce words
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| Either you rap tackle a quarterback or flip burgs
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| Only way you’ll get a piece a hers
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| Financially secure bentley chauffeur
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| Got that bitch mind in a blur in a mur
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| Shaping up line a that pur
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| For this addiction there is no cure
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| It’s the game in her veins
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| Now she feel niggas with no doe is lame
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| Attracted to chains and pinky rings
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| She Doing hella things strange for a piece a change
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| Or Just a promise that the boss might fly her to the bahamas
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| A G might fuck her on the back of a hung honda
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| You you gon try to make her the baby mama
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| Make her honest that clownish because for sure not not bout it
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| She Tryna get a piece of everything
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| Gold diggers Eye fucking mah pinky ring
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| She Tryna get a piece of everything
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| She ain’t for you she for the gang
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| In the club just following the champagne |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Game , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Canal Street Confidential, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп