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