The Game

The Game - Kill Everything lyrics

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Operation kill everything kill everything

Married to myself fuck a wedding ring

Tried that shit twice

Gave that girl everything

She a good woman

She got good goals

Love her to death but can't be in that fishbowl

Niggers gotta live and what the fuck does it matter ?

If I take care of my kids

I got three of them little niggers

And every time they smile

I see me in them little niggers

I get my heart I get my soul

And nobody fucking with me till Harlem 20 years old

Any day I'm gonna retire

Look back at my career

Like I started from the bottom

Now I'm motherfuckin here

Look back at my career like I started
Started to do something

Shit I've been working out for two summers

In the gym I piled on cruel summer

When everybody doping your clique you do numbers

But I ain't got no clique

Still got the same cars and broads sucking my dick

Still fuck the same stars that up in my six

Still finding old panties and broads up in my whip

This bitch got my dick hard as Rock Nation

That's like Cole and Hove at a show keeping fans waiting

And you know they ain't go do that

Girl go and do that

Guess it's time to turn up

I got a whole lot of marijuana to burn up

And I ain't mean to make you stop

But it ain't a party without aqua hydrate and Ciroc so
What's up? It's yo boy Diddy man

I'm just getting back from Vegas

Yeah man, party was off the chain

I'm back in sunny California and it never rains

Yeah yeah yeah all that man

So I decided to throw a white party man

So I'm at the mansion now

Got the pool, filled it up with aqua hydrate

So you know when the chicks in the pool, they correctly balanced

And also got Ciroc fountains overflowing

Blue dot, red dot, white dot

I want you to come bring the whole crew

Bring out West Coast love

The whole white party man

And we gonna leave colors at home, I know you wanna be all red man


But you gotta wear all white to this one man

You gotta wear all white to this one man

I see y'all like the white party at the mansion man

Y'all let's get it, love

Ay yo chop, for real, wear all white
Love it's Ash, I got this fired up Kush from my cousin

Imma come over and smoke it later alright?

Alright
Hey Lucky it's Andrea

Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house

I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick

And she ain't even know it

Hey Lucky it's Andrea

Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house

I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick

And she ain't even know it
Guess we're going to Diddy's

It ain't a party without the king of the fucking city

Handsome ass nigger these bitches is fucking with me

Woke up in that new Bugatti

These pigs ain't fuckin' with me

I'm like Dr. J with his frown

Something like Boston Georgia with the blow

Pumping white hat, I got it just so you know

Slumber life I'm zipping up all this dough

Summer nights we at toxic with all these hoes

Then we back at the mansion take off them clothes

I let my niggers hit it first

I'm in and out

Just as fast as niggers spit a verse then they out

Then I'm back to the booth

Rollin up sipping something 80 proof

And I don't chase the liquor or these hoes

Heard Jordan got some new shit out book order those

Just bought me a ghost like where the Rolls

Perrier at the club with all my bros

Can't get none of my bitches to get these hoes

Plus I sit back and still get paid like Derrick Rose
Stat we then started something

Stat we then started something

Stat we then started something

Ready to die almighty get a car or something

Unzip that Louie, go buy a car or something

We just started something

Stat we just started something

Ready to die almighty get a car or something


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