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No Games
5,394
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Games was released on October 28, 2014 by Millennium Era as a part of the album R.N.I.C. Re-Visited
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Release DateOctober 28, 2014
LabelMillennium Era
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Snupe
Lil Snupe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Addarren Ross
Addarren Ross
Songwriter
Edward Bradford
Edward Bradford
Composer
D' Andre Martin
D' Andre Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deezy On Da Beat
Deezy On Da Beat
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
'Lil Snupe, huh
Man, these ****'s playing with me, man
Like I ain't that same lil ****, you know?
Like I won't fuck 'em up
Real shit
[Verse 2]
Look, pussy ass ****, watch it when you say my name
Fuck around and make me call my **** Mr. Cane
I put some chains on your brain
Make 'em show up to your street and hit you up with nothin' but flame
See pussy ass **** better watch it
'Cause ****'s already knew about a Snupe and they know I'm 'bout it
Ain't nothing changed but the money
**** still is a hunnid, I'll run up on you in public
And put that thing to your stomach
Pussy, you better watch it, I ain't no motherfucking rookie
I do my thing, swear to God I'm off the chain
You better stay up in your lane
'Cause I got some ****'s that show up and erase your ass out the game
Fuck ****
You playing with Snupe, well fuck around and get touched ****
I'm the same ****, yeah, y'all know what's up, ****
Jonesboro, yeah we dunk her
And if you ain't from down here don't even come 'round here
'Cause we will lay your stupid ass flat
You pussy ass fucking jack
I hit you up with the Mack from the front and from the back
Free Charlie Brown
Until they let my daddy free I swear to God that I'ma hold it down
You say that to a fucking gangster, well come to my hood
You say that everything all bad, we'll bust you all good
Yeah we got the fucking chopper
I'll hit you where your mama
We shopped and we ain't talking fucking diamonds
Bitch we 'bout that fucking drama
I stay strapped, ****, I stay strapped, ****
Pistol like gonorrhea to give your ass the clap, ****
Man, we got the Mack's ****
Pistol like Fat Joe, it'll make you lean back, ****
[Verse 3]
And it's coming from off my head, this real shit
I got homies that come get you, real quick
You don't know me, got homies that's real mean (Mean)
Long time in that real bean (Bean)
Put codeine on your ass (On your ass)
For some codeine on your ass
I got homies that'll get full of weed
And them boys will really show up and just stomp your ass
[Verse 4]
Pussy ****, you already know it
And we 'bout everything you 'bout and we'll fucking show it
And I ain't number seventeen but I been out here on my own
I got pistols that's young but I got mags who come in so grown
Got **** who come in young, they my age
But **** we got shit and we coming with hella Ks
Fuck minimum wage
I feel like I got minimum days
But I got homies with me and they got maximum cage, bitch
You better chill before I fuck around and show you it's real
Give a fuck about the deal
I'll forget about that shit and just show up at your house
Get the splittin' at your shit
Get the hittin' at your shit
You a pussy ass, boy, this ain't no Fisher Price
I ain't no mother-fucking toy
**** I'm Lil Snupe, you say that you the motherfucking truth
Then call me when you show up to the motherfucking booth, ****
[Verse 5]
Pussy ass **** know what's up with me, man
I'm motherfucking game, bro
Real fucking shit, ****, free my **** C4, ****
These **** playing with me 'round here
Like a **** ain't gone get at 'em though
You know? Ain' shit changed about me, ****
I still get on your ass, ****
Real fucking shit, pussy ass ****
Fuck y'all, bitch (We gone come and get you, real shit, shit)
Written by: Addarren Ross, D' Andre Martin, Edward Bradford
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