CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Free Game
Damjonboi
I got fifty on my neck, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah
SB in this motherf**ker,?f**k?you talkin' 'bout,?n***a?
7 Mile, n***a, Grand Street, n***a,?H-Town, n***a, Kelsey, n***a
No, we not tryna play you n***as
Stay clear, n***a
8 Mile, n***a, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Real lappin' sh*t, n***a, yeah (SB sh*t, n***a)
We ain't gon' stop gettin' this money, n***a
N***as never liked us for real, think I give a damn?
This your motivation, hit the road, run up a bigger bag
My b*t*h p*ss me off and I'ma find a ho with a bigger a**
I got money now, let's hit the club, run up a bigger tab
Had twenty on me yesterday, this some different cash
Talked to God last night, I hope that he forgive my past
Loyalty, n***as must not know the definition
Sh*t was bool 'til I became these n***as' compet**ion
I could see it in they eyes, n***as really want me to fail
Did I put some cheese on 'em? Only time'll tell
Too much money on the floor, b*t*h, I ain't goin' back to jail
F**k a sl*t, matter fact, I got a few of 'em for sale
Since he wanna be a demon, we gon' send his a** to Hell
Dawg want three hundred grams, how I'ma put this on the scale?
White boy just sent some Turtle Pie bows through the mail
Me and gang about to blow this sh*t, hell nah, it ain't for sale
Free game, three in a lemonade, that's D-Wade
Same n***as cappin', askin' can they get a beat made?
Blood just dropped, canary diamonds look like pee stains
Talkin' all that ra-ra sh*t and we know you a cheesecake
Some crazy sh*t just happened to me last night
On the road rockin' shows and almost had a bad night
I'm the motherf**kin' G.O.A.T. right now, n***a, you damn right
Christian Diors on my feet, these ain't no damn Mikes
We congratulated when them n***as had the ball
They wanna act like b*t*hes now, they gotta watch us ball (No cap)
We the new wave around this b*t*h, n***a, f**k you thought?
You left the set with one bag, what the f**k you bought, n***a? (Hah)
I got fifty on my neck, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah
SB in this motherf**ker,?f**k?you talkin' 'bout,?n***a?
7 Mile, n***a, Grand Street, n***a,?H-Town, n***a, Kelsey, n***a
No, we not tryna play you n***as
Stay clear, n***a
8 Mile, n***a, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Real lappin' sh*t, n***a, yeah (SB sh*t, n***a)
We ain't gon' stop gettin' this money, n***a
N***as never liked us for real, think I give a damn?
This your motivation, hit the road, run up a bigger bag
My b*t*h p*ss me off and I'ma find a ho with a bigger a**
I got money now, let's hit the club, run up a bigger tab
Had twenty on me yesterday, this some different cash
Talked to God last night, I hope that he forgive my past
Loyalty, n***as must not know the definition
Sh*t was bool 'til I became these n***as' compet**ion
I could see it in they eyes, n***as really want me to fail
Did I put some cheese on 'em? Only time'll tell
Too much money on the floor, b*t*h, I ain't goin' back to jail
F**k a sl*t, matter fact, I got a few of 'em for sale
Since he wanna be a demon, we gon' send his a** to Hell
Dawg want three hundred grams, how I'ma put this on the scale?
White boy just sent some Turtle Pie bows through the mail
Me and gang about to blow this sh*t, hell nah, it ain't for sale
Free game, three in a lemonade, that's D-Wade
Same n***as cappin', askin' can they get a beat made?
Blood just dropped, canary diamonds look like pee stains
Talkin' all that ra-ra sh*t and we know you a cheesecake
Some crazy sh*t just happened to me last night
On the road rockin' shows and almost had a bad night
I'm the motherf**kin' G.O.A.T. right now, n***a, you damn right
Christian Diors on my feet, these ain't no damn Mikes
We congratulated when them n***as had the ball
They wanna act like b*t*hes now, they gotta watch us ball (No cap)
We the new wave around this b*t*h, n***a, f**k you thought?
You left the set with one bag, what the f**k you bought, n***a? (Hah)
