Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game 7 , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album Rugby Thompson, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.06.2012
Record label: Cinematic, High Times
Song language: English
Game 7 |
| First of the month package straight |
| Kicks is new my rent is late |
| Fished is brewed need some shit today |
| I pray to God I’m a flip away |
| Work is moving slow, bitches on my back |
| Cable about to get cut off and you busy talkin' bout rap |
| Waiting for the next tour to get a lump sum off that |
| But till then you niggas know where I’m at, real rap |
| I went O.T. |
| with some bulbs, came back |
| Paid five months worth of bills like I got it off a show |
| Real life I got it off the blow, however you |
| Lookin' at it its the same shit though |
| Bank rolls, word to my marijuana |
| Mary Jane — that sneaky little bitch, Colombiana |
| Get a nigga rich comin' straight from the farmers |
| Put 'em with my men and sell 'em both to the corner |
| Like they on time out but watch for patrolers in time out |
| And don’t be too thirsty to broadcast them dimes out |
| Go hard or get the fuck off the floor, (Twelvy) game seven shit nigga |
| Say no more |
| First of the month package straight |
| Kicks is new my rent is late |
| Fished is brewed need some shit today |
| I pray to God I’m a flip away |
| I trap hard |
| Trap hard (Tra-tra-tra-trap hard) |
| Trap hard (Tra-tra-tra-trap hard) |
| Go hard or get the fuck off the floor |
| (Game 7 shit nigga) |
| Say no more |
| Yo, I always been a hustle-a |
| Cool wit all my customer’s |
| Young nigga old soul |
| All the junkies fuck wit cha |
| Cooking up some shit to make my whole block bubble up |
| All the way trill like the real nigga Tumblr |
| Shout to Yamborghini, nigga stevie to the ev, to the asap |
| Niggas better greet me when they see me |
| With the two fingers, throw it up |
| Serving feinds fold the bucks |
| World gave me hell so I couldn’t give more fucks |
| Look at how i’m showing up and showing out |
| Purple smoke blowing out |
| Goon witta gold mouth |
| Trappin out a loan house |
| Barri get them hoes out, Relli get the moles out |
| We gone take the old route |
| This what harlem known bout |
| Get it with the x or the molly |
| Even worse go to work on the worst |
| Thats a body |
| Body after body is here |
| Approach the lobby with fear |
| Fuck the world i’m catching homi’s this year |
| First of the month package straight |
| Kicks is new my rent is late |
| Fished is brewed need some shit today |
| I pray to God I’m a flip away |
| I trap hard |
| Trap hard (Tra-tra-tra-trap hard) |
| Trap hard (Tra-tra-tra-trap hard) |
| Go hard or get the fuck off the floor |
| (Game 7 shit nigga) |
| Say no more |