the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire My Book of Eli, to all my subscribers play the two doors, street car named
hungry, now baby tell me how you feel? Tryna run from me, then she brought it back to me (4x) Okayy [Verse 2 -Tyga] Ahhh ! Champagne bitch, active Put'cha flog in the coupe
my shit in order When I say overtime I dont mean to flip quarter Cuz I aint playing games in em And I aint saying names and if I ever say a name it would
every muthafukka in this bitch, do the whop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop, why's that? Track Boy beats like a freak, work a king on the block I'm 17, name
, where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain change the game And not naming names
stone gems? Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain Change the game And not namin' names
I don't think you know what you done this time, NO It's no games when I do my thang I put it on you like whats my name, whats my name You can't hang
a left shoe I'm 'bout to bubble like a Lex Coupe What's my motherfuckin' name? Like I'm Big Snoop Ready Roc, hear the crowd scream Now my name hold
I hopped up out a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider
life we live Aiyyo, I hold the pain like my body was numb wit novacaine No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game Already know the game,
do Never saved by the bell in a black school And I stay in trouble like Zack do And in this game nobody's on my plateau Therefore my name remains like
's up, niggaz been havin' game O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name Bitch, if ya still could
' strung out An' her right to be kept queen of the universe Who is this bitch? You get somethin' for nothin' when you got to get the gas Spit the game
much to kick it that nigga hard oh, from a sucka fo them niggaz that press they luck there in a game fucka paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass couped
of flip, a bottle of steak Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight Foez the cane, but it's over, finish this game, what's my name
and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel} [CJ Mac] Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game you didn't know that motherfuckas name! first you
game as I ride with the Benji's Fuck off the hook, nigga I'm off the fuckin hinges No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters Coupe de Ville swoopers
gun to yo' side Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal Matter fact I'd like that now." You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right