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And it can get ugly, nigga. Yeah. Ayy, ayy, ayy. Ayy. Sure. Ayy, bring that bass in. Numbers. Shh, shh. Ayy. Tell you how my day went. I'm creepin' it's one of them nights Stand on My toes dodgin' the vice Money Money the motive The game this shit gettin' colder You can have the trap I'm tryna get Still Got no love for a punk rock ho Movin' Groovin' in my 4.0 (4.0) It's money in Chicago, We gots to go I make songs for niggas That live that And that bad ass bitch that Got yoga tonight you don't like my shit, Nigga, turn this off Either way, nigga, I'ma make some bands tonight I'm checkin' my Rearview I'm bendin' some corners Make a show, nobody on us Niggas is hungry And they want your plate And niggas dyin' every day, so I'm out the Way I'm with my bitch I be bikin' and Shit I be hikin' and shit I can't lie, I think I like this bitch If I was Still ten toes, it'd be bad for you niggas The streets, the streets don't love you These hoes, These hoes don't love you These niggas, these niggas Don't But one thing I know, nigga, Get that money The streets the streets don't love You These hoes, these hoes don't love you These Niggas these niggas don't love you But one thing I know, nigga, get that money The game changed, So I did too For that fame, no tellin' What she'll do He off them pills, No tellin' who he'll shoot On my way to Sack, gotta pick up this loot They tryna make The booty club minimum wage Damn, All these hoes gettin' paid Swipe up on the 'Gram, I walk the blade Cat daddy on a Bitch, I'm quick to flake Ayy, ayy, Ayy, Countin' these G's, seven thousand for the paint, That ain't shit to me Sellin' yey to D, The money was good If I can go back In time, nigga, I would The roots is deep, I start the Glee Stylin', profilin', Keepin' it P I'm by myself, I fuck with Me And plus it ain't shit you can trust In the streets The streets, the streets don't love You These hoes, these hoes don't love you These Niggas, these niggas don't love you But one thing I know, nigga, get that money The streets the Streets don't love you These hoes, these hoes don't Love you These niggas these niggas don't love you But one thing I know, nigga, get that money
Larry June — Adjust to the Game
«Adjust to the Game» — Larry June. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:40. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
