The Game

The Game - I Just Wanna Be lyrics

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Yeah, still mad bout that area, big shout contest 
Still mad bout that m**********r hot side, how your get man?
It's nothing here to bust, it's nothing to a chian, 
Let's keep it funky, so I'mma smoke and gase the man 
I'm straight to f**k up that cpt 
I'm stress from that fc 
Still broke as a m**********r, still on the ground 
I gotta go
That ain't the right magazine, you read the wrong page 
You talk about guns, n***a I just blaze 
F**k the souse, it's time to change 
Throw no candy pain, no wide in the rain 
I'm a gangster, I die for the change 
Is me and my bh, won't worst exchange 
I pull up that black thing, if n****s wanna bang 
Let รข??em rapper on your head like do you're strange?
Take the bandela, wipe of my Louie flames 
They fly to Jamaica, on that G for play 
Streets is watching, them n****s wanna murder the game 
Cuz I beat n****s like hot pawing in purple rain 
Run up on me like the light, pay the curve on brains 
Be murder in case like ex hurricanes
Lift joy and pain, n***a pay this love 
Now we right and get a new work 
This is church for dogs
I got a feeling 
B***h, n****s wanna blast me because I'm living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch ya 
I got a feeling 
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their b*****s love me 
I got a feeling 
You rather see death in jail 
I keep guns and chatters for bail
I'm in the streets for real 
You climb shout and just rap 
Ya make love longs, n***a I bust that 
F**k chinning, get chancy and jim 
I'm gangster leaning in that banz on the big chrome rings 
I'm a young thug, and I ride from my block 
Like end up all the way I'm hallin' 
F**k the cops, I pull out that cage pompin' for a n***a that want all
Like going the mangly the mugging, you get toast in the truck 
I cook tease and make hard cruff for cane 
Never been the type of run, I pull the trigger and scream 
And haters wanna kill baller cuz that nigga's the man 
I'mma boos, in order Calley bay talk to 
Catching and attempted the murder cage 
Build on next day light lure
Then above the provide jacket landed W key, key 
We young black gansters man 
Wiping cheese n***a
I got a feeling 
B***h, n****s wanna blast me because I'm living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch ya 
I got a feeling 
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their b*****s love me 
I got a feeling 
You rather see death in jail 
I keep guns and chatters for bail
Fanes wanna drag down every key lower s**t 
Trick n****s wanna chase every hoer I hit 
My life style is just like a Pachinko flag 
F**k cheados, I try to stag casino chips 
And ain't n***a out there, hotter's the kid 
I coped back the glag in a few shots, do you read?
I push hot these and still coped East tape 
Streets to Miami the hot clip clop 
Gonna shop and sprees according A to Banini 
23 mj-s on them Lamborghini 
Bean on my flows comes in 
Dog come in, I wide get chose and them whores come in 
Dog I flip cash like a?
You ain't wanna see this young n***a blast the math 
You ain't wanna see this young n***a flash the stocks 
I got big money bags, might satisfy
I got a feeling 
B***h, n****s wanna blast me because I'm living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch ya 
I got a feeling 
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their b*****s love me 
I got a feeling 
You rather see death in jail 
I keep guns and chatters for bail 
I got a feeling
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Language: English

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