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game - bossgame lyrics

[intro: veli sosa]
crack og ab whats poppin my n-gg- bossgame whats good mobb

[verse 1: veli sosa]
came from a thousand eight grams is a whole one
if you buy a whole one a n-gg- let you hold one
don’t say sh-t n-gg- you ain’t never score one
i’ve been real since day one n-gg- i don’t owe none
this a real rollie no tick tock while you laying with the b-tch n-gg- getting socks
fool trying buy seven but his budget two grams
thirty hanging out his pants flexing on the instagram
young’n banging going crazy don’t know the literature
while you trying to get some stains better get some millions bro
folks gone sentence ya forty years penitentiary
this ya big homey but the n-gg- didn’t mention it

[chorus: veli sosa]
trying to give the young n-gg- game game game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game game game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game

[verse 2: alley boy]
trying to give the young n-gg- game
n-gg- telling on his partner that’s an awful thing
you a virgin shoot’a n-gg- should’a know you’d sang
off brand n-gg- we don’t your name
duct tape mob nutting before that
for the bands n-gg-s laying at your door mat
fifty shots at your -ss n-gg- hold that
wanna hold something f-ck n-gg- hold that
scary movie yea a n-gg- poltergeist
internet n-gg- turning gangster over night
hanging with the n-gg- and you know he ain’t right
you a b-tch like him n-gg- show you right
you can tell you ain’t learn from your o.g.’s
twenty eight for the bag of the o.g
hundred bands on my arms make ya hoe freeze
trying give these n-gg-s game how to get g’s better listen to your o.g.’s

[hook: veli sosa]
trying to give the young n-gg- game game game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game game game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game
trying to give the young n-gg- game

[intro: bossgame]
bossgame in this motherf-cker n-gg- let me talk to these young n-gg-s real … quick you know what going on

[chorus 3: bossgame]
i respect the shooter i don’t respect a b-tch
i respect a bidder i don’t respect a snitch
i’ve been taught to keep it hush
so i ain’t saying sh-t so who the f-ck you
n-gg-s grew up out here playing wit
og’s told me hold it down while i stand stiff
forty cal black hoodie and some stand smiths
see i done seen some n-gg-s switch up on they mans them
but i’ve raised to keep it solid i don’t f-ck with him
its bossgame yea i grew up on the east side
where them n-gg-s go to war sh-t we got pride
a hundred shooters at your door at your mama house
its time to call idea now and get them caskets out
b-tch its duct tape the mob til the death of me yea its death before dishonor that the recipe
b-tch its duct tape the mob til the death of me yea its death before dishonor that the recipe

- bossgame lyrics

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