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lirik lagu game 7 – g6reddot

[g6reddot]
(check the time, n*gga it‘s 3:30 in the morning right now. check the time right now. check the clocks. what you got left my boy?)

i ball like jimmy, game 7
i hope thugs go to heaven
if they don’t i‘m goin‘ to h*ll
gotta keep livin‘ my life, oh well
can’t sit on the pass(?) and dwell
yeah i miss that hoe, oh well
can‘t sit on the pass(?) and dwell
when i was broke these n*ggas couldn‘t tell

(why? why?)
cause i carry myself so well
i got louie, i got prada
yeah she grew up with no father
eat me up like a tiger
(comе here baby, jus‘ swallow)
eat me up likе a tiger
she don’t even need no (?)

and my shirt ain’t got no collar
but i paid top dolla
when i get on your ass don’t bother
you know i‘ma k!ll your ass with robbers
762 hot like lava
police soundin‘, shot callin‘
i eat ice cream with peach cobbler
draco burn your ass like lava
what it do, he got a problem?
cause i get rid of problems
you know that stick get hot like lava
when you see me, better call a doctor
you know i‘m a f*ckin‘ heartstopper
i don‘t need no f*ckin‘ doctor
when you with me it‘s steak and lobster
when you with him it‘s junior whoppers
hoes never nee this sh*t
i got medals on my wrist
you can tell the way they hit
it‘s kinda hard to ball like this
(yuh, yuh)
but everybody wanna shine like this
all you gotta do is take that risk
everybody wanna shine like this

(why? why?)
cause i carry myself so well
i got louie, i got prada
yeah she grew up with no father
eat me up like a tiger
(come here baby, jus‘ swallow)
eat me up like a tiger
she don’t even need no (?)

[nfl von]
ran it up, i came from nothing
know they hate the way i‘m stunting
f*ck the hoes, just want the money
chasin‘ fiends, that money coming
stack it up just want the bread
hit a mil‘ put it on your head
i‘m bangin‘ z, bangin‘ red
(?) i leave these n*ggas dead
fat b*tch, ass fat, but i want nothing but the head
fat b*tch, ass fat, but i want nothing but the head
40 glock, i‘m quick to shoot b*tch i‘ll leave a n*gga dead
40 glock, i‘m quick to shoot b*tch i‘ll leave a n*gga dead

[g6reddot]
i ball like jimmy, game 7
i hope thugs go to heaven
if they don’t i‘m goin‘ to h*ll
gotta keep livin‘ my life, oh well
can’t sit on the pass(?) and dwell
yeah i miss that hoe, oh well
can‘t sit on the pass(?) and dwell
when i was broke these n*ggas couldn‘t tell

- g6reddot

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