| I’ma ball like Spalding, nigga
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| I’m a Blood, I’m a baller, you can call a nigga
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| And I’m smokin' angel dust, yeah, spa nigga
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| And I’m attracted to green like gua', niggas
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| I’ma pull up late, regulate
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| My jewels are no joke, shit’s frosted like flakes
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| I swear to God I’m baked, like Easy Bake
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| I show the very same energy, sound like a taser
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| Yeah shot like a shawty with a taser
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| Fly the bitch to LA, she ballin' like a Laker
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| I know not to tell and never speak to the neighbor
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| In fact I can’t see ‘em, I’m on so many acres
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| Ever since I met shawty I feel like Hercules
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| And I’m smokin' bales of weed cause it grow on trees
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| Six girls in my mouth like a set of Ds
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| With my West Boast Bloods bangin' burgundy
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| Rich bags under my eye, nigga Birkin Ds
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| She say, «I want Victoria Secret»
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| And I fuck her long, watch her decrease
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| Even though I’m a Blood, she like CC
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| She get mad whenever I bring her BB
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| Shoot, no 2−2-3, DVD
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| Watch me shoot them folk way up the street
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| Lost a whole hundred bands, bands with the heat
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| I’ma die for my clan, me
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| Diamonds red like a mothafucka cut me
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| And I smoke rusty and dusty
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| What are you doin' in this game?
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| I wanna know what are you doin' in this game?
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| Hey, baby girl what you doin' out here?
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| What the fuck are you doin' out here?
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| I know what you’re doin' out here
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| I know what you’re doin' out here
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| You killin' these bitches, killin' these niggas
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| Cook a lot of white like Tommy Hilfiger
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| Baby girl, I’ll give you this nigga
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| Ridin', nigga with I ain’t lookin' for the swoop, I need a bitch do that to me
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| I want a bitch with some loot who gon' take care her kids
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| I mean make sure her kids straight forever, you dig?
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| I won’t stop gettin' money forever, you dig?
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| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout a shovel, you dig?
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| I just bought a new dog that’ll eat up you pig
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| I just bought a new car, a hunna, you dig?
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| Shhh, stop, a hundred ain’t shit
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| Two boys wasn’t much, a hundred on them
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| Can’t go broke, it may not come again
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| But a lot of money comin' in, you don’t belong here so.
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| What are you doin' in this game?
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| I wanna know what are you doin' in this game?
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| Hey, baby girl what you doin' out here?
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| What the fuck are you doin' out here?
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| I know what you’re doin' out here
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| I know what you’re doin' out here
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| You killin' these bitches, killin' these niggas
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| Cook a lot of white like Tommy Hilfiger
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| Baby girl, I’ll give you this nigga
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| Baby watch out for the sharks, watch out for the cops
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| Watch out for the thots
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| They just want a piece of you, like me
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| Beat ‘em like Bruce Lee
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| Facin' life and you’re broke, here go my shoulder
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| Boy you can cry on me
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| No, no tellin' but I told you
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| You can’t ‘trol, control these streets
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| If a pussy nigga play
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| I’m gonna gun him down like a G
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| B you can’t see me
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| I’m ballin', you can’t even D me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In This Game , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Its About Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп