Game Over

Yeah Ya'll ever met a nigga, that was just down with the fucking get-down Met this nigga named Shawn wore baccarat cologne Fresh as hell, wrist flooded knew the game put me on Moved work down south, zipped, sealed and sent out Feds was on him no doubt new crib re-route Got a house in Calabasas no bitch no distractions Gave me everything I wanted solid nigga no asking Took me on trips, I mean all over the world Shoppings sprees, big VV'S, Balenci's for all my girls Real street hood nigga the bond was strong Big dick, money long, bounced me like ping pong I mean everyday was Valentines, every night was Christmas So i had to fuck him good like it was nobody business Then it was over I told him to come over Pretty natural bitch, smack my ass bend me over Rode it like a rodeo fucked him on the sofa Nut all in his grill call that a meal Game over Had a nigga named P cigar lounge, south beach 6'2 200 pounds moved like a black sheep We used to kick it have some laughs Bought me drinks grabbed my ass Vibe was right i couldn't pass Enjoying shit while it last Crazy baby momma drama, she couldn't let him go Bitch was lost, no goals it be hard when thats all you know Overtime we would kick it, then shit just got conflicted Cause she would call and go ballistic From stalking to in his mentions Thought that would make me leave I had a fetish to please He ate my pussy real good, doggy style on his knees She popped up one day outside in a rage In the window where he stayed and discovered me on his face Then it was over I told him to come over Pretty natural bitch smack my ass bend me over Rode it like a rodeo fucked him on the sofa Nut all in his grill call that a meal Game over Is you full nigga Yeah, Eat that shit up I ain't fucking playing with you Real bitches do real shit baby