Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Plan , by - Gangsta Boo. Song from the album Futuristic Bounty Hunter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопGame Plan |
| Ey, the game is like this, bitch why you gon' fuck that nigga? |
| He ain’t gon' give you shit but bubble gum and dick up in ya |
| You gotta make 'em chase, replace his ass wit a bottle of vodka |
| Then hit the club and get real crunk and dance to that Waka Flocka |
| «Oh Lets Do It!» |
| make dat, make dat gun sound (Boom) |
| And you can’t get up on my team if you be groupie bound |
| We do not play like that even tho the game is serious ladies |
| We gotta keep in mind, first we beat some ladies baby |
| You say you want the diamonds, why you over there selling for gold? |
| That dick ain’t golden, that dick can get the fuck up out my door |
| I want the wifey status, nothing against you baby mommies |
| If it ain’t beneficial it ain’t necessary mommy |
| I’mma put it like this: you wanna give your pussy up like that? |
| You gon' just be another bitch who he put on her back |
| I called a time out, bring that ass to the bench |
| Circle up around me, I’m your new coach bitch |
| Now this da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| I called for time out, bring that ass to the bench |
| Circle up around me, I’m your new coach bitch |
| Now this da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| Bring that ass back to the bench and sit since you need a coach |
| I’m a major factor in this bizness, ain’t no need to boast |
| The sky is what I’m reachin' fo', I feel I’m there when chiefin' dro |
| This is double homicide cause didn’t I murk this beat before? |
| So fuck the fake looks on Facebook, we straight crooks |
| We got the opposition sank and rearranged in playbooks |
| I’m a conquerer, burnin' up your thermometer |
| You see this shit we drop is hotter than candles at Hanukkah Nigga |
| Hoe you wanna be a star? |
| Go and post up on Lamar |
| I done been to jail, done seen the light |
| Now my game be supertight |
| I don’t love a bitch, I don’t trust a hoe |
| Money ain’t right, better got get a hoe |
| Never affected, put a bitch in her place |
| Shawty get wrong, I’mma catch another case |
| I’m sick of you bitches that digging for riches |
| You fuckin' with pimpin' you end up with stitchin' |
| Never no love for no stuck up ass bitches |
| I fuck wit hoes that do hair in the kitchen |
| I pray for patience all the time for a funky slut |
| I like to paper chase a hoe that’ll lick my nuts |
| I called a time out, bring that ass to the bench |
| Circle up around me, I’m your new coach bitch |
| Now this da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| I called for time out, bring that ass to the bench |
| Circle up around me, I’m your new coach bitch |
| Now this da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| BLAY! |
| Infamous holdin' hostility, I’m vanquishing all of my enemies |
| I will concentrate all of my energy, eliminatin' you niggas that hinder me |
| Give 'em the guillotine, I am a epitome, pick your poison, misery killin' me |
| So I have no problems with yo mammy in the black dress when the preacher and |
| choir sing |
| Scarecrow, I have no love for human beings when I conquer the conquerer and (? |
| ) King |
| Massacre every MC on the scene then I come to the the morgue and I get a front |
| seat |
| Mossberg will knock your damn shoes off your feet, he layin' there but his damn |
| head not complete |
| Fire sl-izz-ugs till he look like ground meat, on the menu it’s murder and no |
| sympathy |
| Mockeries obsolete, the possibility is defeat |
| Get the pliers, pull out yo teeth, you wanna face this fuckin' beef |
| I will not cease until you are deceased |
| Forever war, there is no peace |
| If I get some time for my war crimes I’d never be released |
| Time is of the essence so evacuate your presence |
| Learn from others lessons or you’ll taste the Smith & Wesson |
| The smell of burning flesh, yeah you can taste it on your tongue |
| I put a bullet in your head the size of a damn thumb |
| I called a time out, bring that ass to the bench |
| Circle up around me, I’m your new coach bitch |
| Now this da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| I called for time out, bring that ass to the bench |
| Circle up around me, I’m your new coach bitch |
| Now this da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
| This da Game Plan |
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