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Meek Mill - Think Its a Game (Feat. Vory & HunnaV)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Vory
Vory
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tavoris Hollins
Tavoris Hollins
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Hvll
Hvll
Producer
SMPLGTWY
SMPLGTWY
Producer
TT Audi
TT Audi
Producer
Tyree Hawkins
Tyree Hawkins
Recording Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

It's too much, too much, too much, yeah Tell 'em, ayy Girl, just leave me in silence Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt 'Cause he an actress and I'm a savage Pussy, hmm Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you? Ayy Think it's a game, nothin' do you? Think it's a game, yeah My homie turned his back on me, I don't know how to feel about it 'Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill 'bout it 'Cause niggas be knowin' my business and don't be real solid I got rеal problems Made my list for the hoеs that flex, went back and still popped them Couldn't be holding this shit down ten, went in my wheel body Ain't seen my cousin like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him He in those trenches and I can't act like I don't care 'bout it This shit a war Nigga, I'm the plug, ain't no extension cord Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for? Like you ain't know we stand on opps, sent 'em to the Lord Look 'em in they eyes 'til they die, without no feelings for 'em I done seen a couple M's at 22, nigga who the fuck is you? You say you got shooters with you? Well, I got shooters too All my niggas missin' screws All they know is true He a killer but is aim off So we must recruit That niggas tryin' me and mob, bitch I'm tyin' boots, yeah They tellin' everything but the truth Don't need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby I'm a troop Done named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah I'm talkin' close range Say your niggas out here wildin', we on the same thing, yeah We on the same thing His pain is my pain, we got the same pain Glock .40 help me, sleep better Know where you live, know where I live So we could creep better Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters And have your soul forever rest in peace Knowing, we better than that New Berettas and MACs New vendettas attached And we can't never get back Now you can never relax You gotta forever be strapped, pussy In the valleys of the shadows of death Will the reaper be regained? We never pressed to play them Clubs on the weekend 'cause that's gon' lead us only Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil' niggas that's beneath us Probably ain't even eatin', that's lose-lose We kill ten of y'all, we ain't even even You niggas jealous You just left me in silence Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick Fuck around and name that nigga Brad Pitt 'Cause he an actress and I'm a savage Pussy, hmm Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you? Ayy Think it's a game, nothin' do you? Think it's a game, yeah
Writer(s): Robert Williams, Tahrence Brown, Grzegorz Blachowski, Michael Samuels Jr., Tavoris Javon Hollins Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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