Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrestlemania 20, artist - Westside Gunn.
Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wrestlemania 20 |
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & |
Westside Gunn |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes |
(grr) |
, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
(ayo) |
No, oh, all these games |
Ayo, face tats and down, we was bagging weight |
Fiend almost scratched his arm off, he couldn’t wait |
Rich niggas rocking Enfants Riches |
Told my shooter to chill, God, he kept sniffing |
Patek shine through Linda Farrow specs |
Hanging out the F-Pace with the loaded TEC, God bless |
Mark his loot for a maneuver |
Only cooked it one time and we blew up, Noon Goons |
Prepare to clear the room soon |
All these snakes around on my Gucci shoes |
This that cocaine stuck to the pot, scrape |
Coral statue in every corner, the Lord’s grace |
Off the top rope with the brick like Snuka, nigga |
In the kitchen with my dance, I be cooking, nigga |
Just Don, I need the pink 2s |
Left his brains dragging 'cross the mink too |
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
Ayo, new kitchen, same stoves, plain clothes, just tryna chase |
Threw the 40 by Dr. Birds caulking up a 8 |
Couple flakes, too many chains on, I might suffocate |
We cut his face his first day in, get out the fucking way |
Fuck is this, ask for a bid, he gave his fucking shake |
Now he laying in the dumpster without a fucking face |
Porsche 961, we call those master, everlasting |
Miss Machine Gun every day that’ll fucking pass |
Always rap about the fucking dope that you never had |
Never showed your PSI, don’t even fucking ask |
Make sure my Fila Gosha |
Might sell a thousand bricks for the culture |
Unravel squares, rocking Unraveled |
What you know about betting 200 mackerels? |
Gotta send 20 niggas to commissary |
If you owe me a stamp, get your momma buried |
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |
I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games |
I didn’t come to play with you lames |
No, oh, all these games |