| It’s too much, too much, too much, yeah
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| Tell 'em, ayy
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| Girl, just leave me in silence
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| Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it
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| Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it
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| Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don’t care about it
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| Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain’t no cap shit
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| I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption
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| And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick
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| Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I’m a savage
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| Pussy, hmm
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| Think it’s a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?
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| Ayy
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| Think it’s a game, nothin' do you?
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| Think it’s a game, yeah
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| My homie turned his back on me, I don’t know how to feel about it
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| 'Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won’t kill 'bout it
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| 'Cause niggas be knowin' my business and don’t be real solid
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| I got real problems
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| Made my list for the hoes that flex, went back and still popped them
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| Couldn’t be holding this shit down ten, went in my wheel body
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| Ain’t seen my cousin like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him
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| He in those trenches and I can’t act like I don’t care 'bout it
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| This shit a war
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| Nigga, I’m the plug, ain’t no extension cord
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| Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for?
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| Like you ain’t know we stand on opps, sent 'em to the Lord
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| Look 'em in they eyes 'til they die, without no feelings for 'em
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| Yeah
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| I done seen a couple M’s at 22, nigga who the fuck is you?
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| You say you got shooters with you?
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| Well, I got shooters too
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| All my niggas missin' screws
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| All they know is true
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| He a killer but is aim off
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| So we must recruit
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| That niggas tryin' me and mob, bitch I’m tyin' boots, yeah
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| They tellin' everything but the truth
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| Don’t need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby I’m a troop
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| Done named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah
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| I’m talkin' close range
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| Say your niggas out here wildin', we on the same thing, yeah
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| We on the same thing
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| His pain is my pain, we got the same pain
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| Glock.40 help me, sleep better
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| Know where you live, know where I leave
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| So we could creep better
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| Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters
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| And have your soul forever rest in peace
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| No, we better than that
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| New Berrettas and MACs
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| New vendettas attached
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| And we can’t never get back
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| Now you can never relax
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| You gotta forever be strapped, pussy
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| In the valleys of the shadows of death
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| Will the reaper be regained?
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| We never pressed to play them
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| Clubs on the weekend 'cause that’s gon' lead us only
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| Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil' niggas that’s beneath us
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| Probably ain’t even eatin', that’s lose-lose
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| We kill ten of y’all, we ain’t even even
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| You niggas jealous
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| You just left me in silence
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| Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it
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| Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it
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| Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don’t care about it
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| Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain’t no cap shit
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| I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption
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| And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick
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| Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I’m a savage
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| Pussy, hmm
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| Think it’s a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?
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| Ayy
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| Think it’s a game, nothin' do you?
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| Think it’s a game, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Think It's A Game, artist - Meek Mill. Album song QUARANTINE PACK, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп