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The Game - Ali Bomaye ft. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross (Official Music Video)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Performer
Wayne Blazed
Wayne Blazed
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd
Lloyd
Composer
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Composer
Mason Betha
Mason Betha
Composer
Carlton Mays Jr.
Carlton Mays Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Letra

Niggas studying shawty know what a hundred do Actually the nigga backing me is right in front of you Raising a daughter sometimes depending what her father do Niggas stunt on you, front on you Niggas can't even ball but bunt on you, them niggas lame I hope you get testicular cancer in the brain, dickhead By the time you get there I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack Her lips and her hips thick My boxers are covered in her lipstick Her pussy fat but ain't good, so that's a misprint I'm a misfit, I did it and beyond Shiny watch look like the old Diddy on my arm Highly flammable, barely keep getting in Canada Run this rap shit, I got stamina You an amateur, I aim at 'cha, I bang at 'cha, hope a plane hit 'cha Fuck you and whoever came witcha Trying to express the beautiful pain witcha Like a tattoo of a framed picture Of a dead homie, maybe a family member I got some gambling scriputres like um Scared money don't make no money Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga Oh I feel so fly Came so far, but I still wanna fly So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane See what this beautiful pain, provide Baby look into my eyes Shamon. hm-mmm You talk about hurting try washing clothes with no detergent Daddy deserted so he now serves sandwich serving Dreaming we had a furnace so cold sleeping on the curtains What can I say it got me highly motivated, mama two job working But now the companies are merging Need a two week notice before they say don't need your service I'm too young to have burdens, but still feel I should be further But who I'm I kidding I had bridges but I just burned them My mama need earnings, ain't had no time I had learning Call me a hypocrite, backslider, you name it I done heard it The way they speak of me you think I'm already murdered It's hard to be laid back, my haters so assertive, but I gave my life up, I gave my rights up I gave my dice up and I gave my dykes up I gave my vice up and every club that lights up And this is were the intern with no perm lights up You don't see my pain I guess it's beautiful pain It gotta be beautiful pain Sometime you don't gotta say much Oh I feel so fly Came so far, but I still wanna fly So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane See what this beautiful pain, provide Baby look into my eyes Life is a game of inches Every move leads to something better Theres no time to pay the bitches Gotta get in the game and live forever, and ever I'll be the man or I rather die Scared money don't make no money Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga Oh I feel so fly Came so far, but I still wanna fly So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane See what this beautiful pain, provide Baby look into my eyes
Writer(s): Mason Betha, Lloyd Polite, Tauheed Epps, Carlton D. Jr Mays Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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