Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Over , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 16.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game Over |
| White bricks in a white whip |
| It’s just a pot til you mixin' all that white shit |
| Where the work, watch the youngin' make the white whip |
| Deep dishes all chrome with the white lip |
| I could sell it wholesale what a idea |
| In Dade County ain’t a dope charge that i appeal |
| Same head bussas with them rusty choppas |
| Only thang we ever talk about is dope and dollars |
| They want to see my picture on a T-shirt |
| All the sticks good just makin' sure the D’s work |
| All my enemies I like to keep 'em close |
| It’s a cold, cold world you gotta keep a coat |
| I’m where the dope boys from |
| You gotta keep some coke |
| I rolled fresh up out the slums i need to see the soap |
| Old Jamaicans still pissin' in the pounds ho |
| Haters never straight until I let these rounds go |
| Another 211 in the projects |
| Keep a strap, this where all the niggas rob at |
| ? |
| come to the trap like where the bomb at? |
| I’m still shittin' on these niggas |
| Where the john at? |
| Baking soda in my Range Rover |
| I’m takin' over nigga, game over (x7) |
| Fuck the state penn, I’m fuckin' hoes at Penn State |
| In the Bentley bumpin best of Biggie mixtape |
| Niggas at me like I’m 2Pac at a Vegas lobby |
| Money bags on your ass and you can pay the price |
| I’m in your city and i want to make it right |
| For that lil check hit you in your pair of Nikes |
| End of conversation, nigga came and end your life |
| I’m talkin' compensation with a brick of white |
| I’m sellin' records nigga but I’m livin' trife |
| I’m number one lookin' like I did it twice |
| I got them shooters nigga that’ll dim yo lights |
| Midnight in overtime and niggas shootin' dice |
| Four, five, six nigga |
| Don’t you open my brick nigga |
| Them haters screamin' my name ain’t they? |
| They want to take a nigga chain ain’t they? |
| But that gon' be a fuckin' problem ain’t it? |
| Bus' 'em like a bottle ain’t it? |
| All I got is real niggas |
| I’m talkin' 'bout real killas |
| Baking soda in my Range Rover |
| I’m takin' over nigga, game over |
| You snortin' coke where you snort mine |
| This fast money, fuck father time |
| Big guns for that big talk |
| Take a nigga car and make a bitch walk |
| My AK always was my father figure |
| I barely knew my father nigga |
| M’s, Double M’s I’m entitled to a hundred M’s |
| Hit a lick and I’m stickin' dick in my women friends |
| Never flinch if the feds come and get a pinch |
| Watch for the scavengers scratchin' them snitches got an inch |
| I can take a slight trip with a white bitch |
| Whip full of white girl in a white whip |
| Ice, ever had to take a nigga life |
| Wrap 'em up in packages send 'em back in the afterlife |
| I know the feelin' with killin my niggas made a killin' |
| So fuck the dealin with murder they really handle business |
| Niggas losin' that’s a switchin' in my opposition |
| So who you choosin' bitch? |
| I hope you choosin' the fuckin' winner |
| I heard them same pussy niggas snitches |
| This shit you talk 'bout with them bitches |
| Turn you to a witness (ridiculous) |
| They can’t be me because we keep it different |
| We who you see on yo TV and that’s a major difference |
| Skrrrt |