Key: C# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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The 07 .03 .01
the game at her
I'ma throw the
whole damn frame at her
Since I've been rappin',
just famous, wella
of shit and I was
raised bella
Mama forgive me,
cold
the shoulders of the
North
Pole
C#m
You didn't know how you get pussy if you
go cold
bout these platinum
hoes
Now here we go and I'm
and shit
just because a nigga
I see this, I see rich
Ho you got it all wrong
Now you wanna tell me shit
Don't count sucking dick
Tired of these hoes
When they playing games
I'm a grown ass man
Stop lying
C#m
G#m
But you wanna play, this is not a game
C#m
Niggas come a dime a dozen, believe that
you eat cat from the back
boy you can step into my range
come on and do the damn thing
GTs
Gs
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G#m
I got niggas, all on me, all on me,
that wanna bone me, all on me, all on me
C#m
And you niggas, they get game and so tight,
G#m
but that's alright, that's the type I do alright
C#m
See
I's a player,
I's a player, I lay it down, lay it down
C#m
You know I'm checkin', and a nigga disrespectin',
C#m
Just in case you think I'm niffin', it ain't the money,
because I got my own stack
G#m
You wanna lick the cat, you gotta work for it,
Why wanna play?
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G#m
C#m
Don't try to run the game on me,
G#m
stick it next to me, oh bitch it ain't gon' be
Leave your ass flat and all your
Holdin' my damn face,
Look, shut the fuck up,
Niggas make me sick with
Always try to stick a bitch,
Four -five cause I stage
You could die just from
Wanna get in,
Ain't bout you dead end,
All about big bills and deals,
They even all checkin' accounts,
Tryin' my big game on me,
And niggas who disbelieve,
Why away?
Me, that's right
Yeah, me, that's right
Yeah, me, that's right
Yeah, me, that's right
I say you're shinin' on the bitch
G#m
Check this, yo, he ain't gon' be your friend,
dick
Leave that shit for your trick
hit me up with a lick
But I come through once a month,
and I watch you bleed
I'm still mad at
Eve, fuckin' with them trees
we get even, how you love that?
but best believe you gon' come back
C#m
Boy, get out my face with all that fakin'
That's cheese to be made and
C#m
G#m
What you wanna play?
This is not a game
C#m
G#m
Just be real with me
We can have it made
You know
Just be real with me
Cause we can have it made
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