Da Game chords by Exit 5B

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Intro 1
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Ain't no n***a with

Verse 1
a wiretap fooling me
I move the streets,
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speed leavin' tied tracks
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They doin' me since they
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had on for 22 a key
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Now I press them birds back together,
I'm turnin' two to three
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Started    from double ups,
now I got em' huddled up
Bout to pull a Phil Jackson,
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striving for the real package
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Crackin' open sealed plastic,
haters wanna kill the buzz
While I'm plottin' all the different angles
I can kill em' from
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Em' niggas bums,
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all the time they wastin' in the club
We contemplatin', shippin' drugs,
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conversatin' with the plug
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It's supposed to hit the day the operation
50 pounds of Ronald Reagan in the trunk
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And if  it's late,
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I got him situated in the tuck
You out your fuckin' mind,
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you think the drought hittin' us?
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I take a bad bitch,
place in this grinder, man
She never been around a player
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with this kind of  mind
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Was an Instagram face
model from time to time
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Got in the kitchen fillin' spray
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bottles with quinine
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They pull us over,
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but they'll never know about it
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She stuffed a   sack and sat back up,
her composure solid
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We on the road about it,
knockin' all the street cops
Shouters, man, the bitches
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rather argue over screenshots
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She screenshot confirmation
numbers on the green dot
I'm postin' in a rental,
sittin' outside of the Wingstop
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She in the rental
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with the greyhound exchangin' luggage
All in her name,
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but it's all in the name of hustlin'
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Celebrate the day at Morton's,
waiters love the way I dump
Six hundred for the order,
but the auras say I came from nothin'
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Back the business in the kitchen
full of white bitches
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Tears, hand me off another brick
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to stick the ice pick in
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They wanna catch a   nigga
slippin' through the night
Whippin' shit up with my
right wrist
They ain't hit us with a life sentence
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I  know the wrist,
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still attack it like it don't exist
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Snatch a brick and perform it,
smack it with the open fist
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Pitching game to all the youngins
that had a going grit
The golden gift,
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ain't no looking back after
I show em miss
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Control your shift,
ain't no sittin' in a cell
Niggas hold your lips,
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ain't no spittin' through the cell
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We in 2   .2,
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as  if you said it on a scale
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With a stamp in the middle,
but then send em through the mail
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Nah, weather stretchin', yeah,
I'm in the kitchen pressin'
H, I'm married to the game,
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man, we never go our separate ways