F**ked Up-The Game/Game/DJ Infamous Haze

歌手 : The Game / Game / DJ Infamous Haze

专辑 : The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:44

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TXT F**ked Up-The Game/Game/DJ Infamous Haze 文本歌词

These n***as got me f**ked up

These n***as got me I think

These n***as got me f**ked up

I be on the block with that chrome boy Postin' up with my home boy

Leanin' on the 2 tone boy What you want for them zones boy

10 5 10 4 put it on the scale add a little more

Take a shot of that 'tron boy bag it up and then gone boy

They givin' out watch yourself on that phone boy

They gave me seven mama singing that song boy

We gettin' money baby we gettin' cash money

Stuntin' like I'm Birdman sittin' on my cash

120 on the dash 4 on the wheeeeels

Paper stacking too long boy blowing cheech and that chong boy

Better watch that tone boy headshots to that dome boy

These n***as got me f**ked up

These n***as got me I think

These n***as got me f**ked up

These n***as got me I think

These n***as got me f**ked up

Think a n***a trip the way I walk around

Gotta keep that pistol on my hip to lay them haters down

Gotta keep them b***hes on my d**k then I bring around

Paper stash gon' break em down f**k 'em hard don't make a sound

I'm all about that trap boy ride around with that pistol

Gotta keep the b***h in my lap boy hater n***as come get ya

Made my n***as my n***as clean we do it try to intervene

That's suicide f**kin' with my team I'm blowing clouds and I'm 'bout the cream

Yeah and I'm bout that s**t we full of chips and I'm h*es

Y'all full of s**t not suckin' the O's I'm too legit and I'm tippin' 4's

N***as really want it b***hes lookin' silly for it

Really kill the n***as for it n***as lookin' real important

These n***as got me f**ked up

These n***as got me I think

These n***as got me f**ked up

These n***as got me I think

These n***as got me f**ked up

Say boy ever had a b***h all up in your crib

Stickin' that d**k all up in the ribs

Then she tell f**k n***as where you live

And now they all up in your s**t

Flippin' matresses over turnin' couches sideways

They thinkin' crime pays

Got a choppa

For the n***as that don't understand how the f**k we ope rate and anyway get back on top of my paper chase

Kush burnin' smell the dragon 29's been had 'em

N***as take shots then runnin' high

We'll find their a*s Bin Ladin

Me and Mike in the Benz wagon better watch your block boy

Purple clouds of that Pepe Lepue I'm gone of that Ciroc boy

Clipped up to that pop boy holdin' on to that knot boy

Palms grippin' that Glock boy we comin' back for them yachts boy

These n***as got me f**ked up

These n***as got me I think

These n***as got me f**ked up

These n***as got me I think

These n***as got me f**ked up