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Game Over Lyrics - Artist : SOB x RBE
SOB the gang gettin' caught sharin' no info
Cartier wearin' nappy head that'll get dough The chopper be like 64, I spent a band and get mo' Tints on my face and I ain't talkin' about a window Have my nigga slide with that 40, he be trippin' 40 with a big stick, that chopper that's a big kick Came with two straps, one pass like it's Slick Rick And two chains on so I'm guessin' that I'm different Walked in my closet and my kingdom was discovery Yo' bitch, that's the same bitch who be in love with me Ferragamo had them bitches wonderin' is he cuffin' me I'm runnin' up a check and all my niggas they gon' run with me A snake in my circle, cut him off I cannot fuck with that 30 clip no tuckin' that, false move I'm buckin' that Dick a bitch down and you cannot get her up with that The chopper get to spittin', have a nigga doin' jumping jacks I hopped out that van with that K and let 'em have it 223 stretch a nigga body like elastic I told her to slide and bend it over like gymnastics I fuck bad bitches, you fuck ducks like Daffy Big north Polo, big body four door I drive it like a stolo, ridin' around solo Ever catch me slippin', ha nigga that's a no no Big 40 make a nigga lean like a cholo I hopped out that Gucci, hopped in some Louis I hopped out a Benz, bitch you hopped out a hoopty Got niggas mad cause their bitches wanna do me But it ain't shit to me so I let them hoes screw me All about a check if she broke you can have her Make money as a trapper bitch not as a rapper Aim or no aim cudi it don't really matter when yo' clip hold a hundred and that bitch on automatic White golds in my mouth talkin' cash shit We actin', bounce out and let a nigga have it Two cellphones, one for my bitch and one for that check She was tryna get it lit like a blunt so I passed it Flexin', I swear to God a nigga love flexin' What you spent on your whip I went and spent on a necklace You niggas actin' but you really just the extras And one phone call my shooters check you off that checklist Niggas love typin' on that meek shit Blind to a broke bitch, I can't see shit Shout out my exes that said I wouldn't be shit I don't fuck with them Trues, that's that weak shit You with that sucka shit, bad I might cut that shit Tryna get her back, Mickey D she be lovin' me We aim and you duck with every nigga that you fuckin' with SOB, RBE the only niggas that I'm fuckin' with Gang |
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