Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Grigg
A. Grigg
Songwriter
B. Hiott
B. Hiott
Songwriter
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
N Furlong
N Furlong
Songwriter

Testi

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow Charlotte! Clap, clap God! Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, squash, squash, squash, squash, squash This is not a game now, nobody can save you Spent up all your change and now your turn is done We won't be afraid 'cause we're the ones who made you Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone Game on, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... Game on (Hey! Game on!) Assassin, soldier and a captain Feel the passion, no compassion, but I'm askin' You say you play, well, I'm attackin' A predator in my competitors this second I'm never lackin', boy, I'm ready for that action That was braggin', man, what happened to you has beens? It's amazin' all the places and the people faces Ah, bought the tour bus like a spaceship I'm racin' against nothin' but time, probably wouldn't be so lost if you was watchin' the signs They gon' play me like a PlayStation from playin' on that station But I'm a be the face of a generation, kids wit' no patience or directions Never doubt or question my effort, game on, game on, hope you people ready I'm reloaded and I hope my trigger finger steady! This is not a game now, nobody can save you Spent up all your change and now your turn is done We won't be afraid 'cause we're the ones who made you Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone Game on, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... Game on Can't Xbox me in, 'cause in my lane No controller but me playin' my game This a different league, a different bracket I'm a different G, a different faction I will never fall off, I just fall back Don't make me pull up, pull up where you boys ball at And show you little fake hustlers what the trap is I have you run, it's do or die, it's all practice I got warrior blood, I fear no heir No army, no weapon, no man Killer instinct, I just go harder, and harder and harder, but I grow larger I can't let you Mini-Mes steal my Austin Powers I've travelled plenty seas, spent many hours to make Flocka be the best he can be So you gon' show respect when you talkin' to me That number one spot legacy I see is my hit And what you take what you is, what you leave behind This is not a game now, nobody can save you Spent up all your change and now your turn is done (Charlotte!) We won't be afraid 'cause we're the ones who made you Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone Game on, oh-(turn it on!, turn it on!) oh-oh-oh...(turn it on!, turn it on!, turn it on!), oh-oh-oh-oh... Game on
Writer(s): Juaquin James Malphurs, Allan Grigg, Nicholas Furlong, Ben Hiott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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