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gangsta shit - game lyrics

vida:
vida, the multi-million dollar diva
the game’s changed, the game’s done caught that amnesia
how your fingers gonna get next to this?
you d-mn near? sending me all your text messages
monday you’re blowing me up, tuesday’s the same
wednesday’s smell strip night so i don’t hear from game
he outplayed i done saved a couple of your messages
don’t know why you texting me cos women ain’t your preference
but anyway, any rate, vida’s never on your team
you need to go back to kanye and find another “dream”
find another video hoe, another fiend
cos the only way you’ll find me is if you find another…

b-tch shut the f-ck up!
get the f-ck outta here!

verse 1 (game):
quick for death though
get p-ssy like a lesbo
ben frank the king get green like the gecko
four-finger ring, ’87 gold chain
all black air ones, tape em like daddy kane
smooth criminal b-tches love the way i flow
the way i puff cuban cigars and sip don slow
v.i.p. lick it up, it’s real go get a cup
champagne like c-m in her mouth, the way she spit it out
the black hugh hef sold crack, blast a few tecs
f-ck em all doggy style now who’s next?
reign terror pull they pony tail f-ck em in the mirror
p-ss in they mouth like vida guerra
reign terror pull they pony tail f-ck em in the mirror
p-ss in they mouth like vida guerra
used to f-ck nasty b-tches
moved up to cl-ssy b-tches
peep the way i went from rags to riches

chorus:
it’s that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh-t they love it
gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh-t they love it (7x)

verse 2:
i never once dreamed about a hood rat
only dream about b-tches with good cap
beyoncé, ashanti!
get money like andre
which one? pick one
3, 000 or the sick drum, slick tongue
for these foul n-gg-s outta bounds with they lyrics
put em to death with mine i murk em by the minute
this beef sh-t i seize quick
my clip crowded like the freaknik
bout dat, bout dat, that master p sh-t
tell em haters to eat d-ck and die slow
while we live it up, ride low and bust with the 5-0
pop cristal with foreign b-tches
p-ssy official
me and head game got more to dish out
told b.i.g. p-ss they -ss, they do too
they know we f-ck all night like we say we do
i used to f-ck ashy b-tches
moved up to cl-ssy b-tches
peep how i went from rags to riches

chorus:
it’s that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh-t they love it
gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh-t they love it (7x)

verse 3:
i been around the world and nya-ya-ya
i can’t find a b-tch that pop sh-t and don’t ride d-cks like heather hunter
i’m talking whoever wanna
get they brains f-cked out by mrs. seven summers
never hand chump s-x
but i know b-tches that write p-ssy off like b-mp checks
and model funk flex
b-tch cheated, i wouldn’t give her what she needed
wouldn’t eat it or beat it
two-fingered the b-tch vida like a virgin
two finger split had her swerving
like me in the rolls royce, lick it up behind curtains
i keep b-tches screaming and squirting
never heard em but the p-ssy get murder
feel like they been bit by a serpent
i never f-cked a b-tch that would turn me down
just like never f-cked a b-tch that would burn me, wow
i used to f-ck nasty b-tches
now i f-ck cl-ssy b-tches
peep how i went from rags to riches

chorus:
it’s that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh-t they love it
gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh-t they love it (7x)

- game lyrics

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