Lyrics to Game 7
Pull up in the 911, bitch I'm fresher then your reverend
Stomping in these Jordan's 6, ballin' like the game 7
Ballin' like LeBron, bitch you know I'm pimpin'
These lil bitches gone, now you know we scorin'
Post up on your hoe at LIV, numbers on the board real
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
Okay I'm all you can ask for, how many balls to the wall you can (?)
You going hard make a bitch I hit care for
She call I'ma do the dashboard, in the mall I'ma pay cash for
Forever my lady in that new mercedes
Kickin' shit I learned from hustlers in the eighties
Integrated pimpin made it prison day in
She brought it out today, turn up a notch
Burn a couple zips, pop a couple pills
Pour a pint of lean, take a couple shots
Stick with me we headed to the top
We hop out now look who in this motherfucker now
We hop out now look who in this motherfucker now
Pull up in the 911, bitch I'm fresher then your reverend
Stomping in these Jordan's 6, ballin' like the game 7
Ballin' like LeBron, bitch you know I'm pimpin'
These lil bitches gone, now you know we scorin'
Post up on your hoe at LIV, numbers on the board real
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
Win win win, do this shit again
Shawty say she in, told her bring her friends
Stomping in these Jordan's 6, ballin' like the game 7
Ballin' like LeBron, bitch you know I'm pimpin'
These lil bitches gone, now you know we scorin'
Post up on your hoe at LIV, numbers on the board real
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
Okay I'm all you can ask for, how many balls to the wall you can (?)
You going hard make a bitch I hit care for
She call I'ma do the dashboard, in the mall I'ma pay cash for
Forever my lady in that new mercedes
Kickin' shit I learned from hustlers in the eighties
Integrated pimpin made it prison day in
She brought it out today, turn up a notch
Burn a couple zips, pop a couple pills
Pour a pint of lean, take a couple shots
Stick with me we headed to the top
We hop out now look who in this motherfucker now
We hop out now look who in this motherfucker now
Pull up in the 911, bitch I'm fresher then your reverend
Stomping in these Jordan's 6, ballin' like the game 7
Ballin' like LeBron, bitch you know I'm pimpin'
These lil bitches gone, now you know we scorin'
Post up on your hoe at LIV, numbers on the board real
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
I'ma wake up with the W, I like to stay with the W
I'm at the top of the W, walk out that bitch with the W
Win win win, do this shit again
Shawty say she in, told her bring her friends
Songwriters: BRANDON ROSSI, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS, ALBERT JOSEPH III BROWN, CLIFFORD HARRIS, DONALD DEGRATE, RODRIQUEZ SMITH
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Powered by LyricFind
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Powered by LyricFind