Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love 2 The Game, artist - Nines. Album song One Foot Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Love 2 The Game |
| If I make her my chick, I might ice her off |
| I wasn’t always livin' like a boss |
| I went through a burglary phase |
| Blacked out like a goth |
| Probably been through more windows than Microsoft |
| Now I’m flyin' straight, soon won’t have to sell packs again |
| Plus I’m 'bout to get this rap money that I don’t plan to spend |
| School days, I wasn’t doin' chores |
| Ironic, mum searchin' my room cuh' I was going through them draws |
| Can’t afford to miss a few calls |
| And shouts to my nigga W for givin' me a through ball |
| 'Cause all I used to do was unwrap packets |
| Now I’m 'bout to be in the fifty percent tax bracket |
| Still roll through any hood, tell Fatz clap it |
| Big ting, even if it grazes you a man’s cabbage |
| Uh, certified trap star gettin' paid when I record a track |
| And I still can’t put my all in rap |
| Yeah we got it from the ground up |
| Now these niggas and bitches wan' be around us |
| Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin' with these niggas no more |
| And I ain’t fuckin' with these bitches no more |
| Now it’s time to get it right, get it right |
| Yeah, made something out of nothin' |
| All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night |
| But I’m givin' all my love to the game, to the game |
| I don’t care about the radio, they play me on the streets |
| I make these niggas eat, I pay our wages every week |
| Now it’s show time, I got one foot in the industry |
| I’m 'bout to build a celebrity coke line |
| Fuck a whip, I pull out to the event in a helicopter |
| My nigga Bunz bodyguarding like Kevin Costner |
| So you can try and bump my lil nigga, Pebz a monster |
| Give a nigga fifty shots like some Effen vodka |
| Hands off, I let my soldiers flip it |
| Gave my guy the keys |
| Like I was drinkin' over the limit |
| I got all these fans «in' my lyrics |
| Askin' if it’s true |
| I told 'em «fam, if I wrote it, I did it» |
| Still young but I feel old |
| Told my worker to any kind of stacks |
| Make sure you check every bill fold |
| Mandem goin' out for drinks |
| Can I bring my tec? |
| Gotta sneak this in the bar, no indirect |
| Yeah we got it from the ground up |
| Now these niggas and bitches wan' be around us |
| Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin' with these niggas no more |
| And I ain’t fuckin' with these bitches no more |
| Now it’s time to get it right, get it right |
| Yeah, made something out of nothin' |
| All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night |
| But I’m givin' all my love to the game, to the game |
| Oh no |