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| Name | Joseph McFashion - Game Winner (Lyrics) told that hoe to look up you fw a star |
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| Upload Date | This Video Uploaded At 05-07-2022 21:04:40 |
| Video Discription | Game Winner Lyrics: (Check the score) Okay Okay Let's do it grand and get a bag Boy My lil' bitch a goon, she took one to the thigh Argument became a scuffle, she caught one to the eye The only thing he wanna do is catch a body for the guys If he on my side, he can't do no wrong in my eyes (Not at all) Okay, we doing excellent, this the A team (Yup) I can't fuck around with B 'cause he told on C (Nah) That's almost like fucking with a nigga that told on D (Huh?) It would've been some small time, nigga, Lil E The rap game changed overnight and we the ones to blame I could never love another bitch, I just be running game Thermal scope on my AR pistol just for longer range Coach, please put me in at point, watch the numbers change I think dawg gettin' tired, watch the jumper fade Catch a nigga comin' to the light, made him pump the brakes On the road headed to some pape', we ate a bunch of steaks Gold mine in my kitchen cabinet, it's a bunch of drank 810-969-7118 Call that number right now, you tryna get some yay But I got another number you can call for weight 45-0-0-0, oh nah, that's what you gotta pay I dropped three hundred shots, I can't believe them niggas got away Damn, I need another K Before the open carry law made it to Michigan, I had a micro Drac' If you see me with a pen, I'll autograph some titties, I don't write on paper Get an Audi, rim it up, then paint it up Gotta blow a band every night for all my pain and sufferin' You a grown man gettin' your ass beat running You swing on me, you dead before your hand land on me I see you lil' broke niggas up off unemployment I ain't hatin', get your pape', I hope you enjoyin' it Think you can fuck with me, then I'ma up a sixty on you And get you robbed for that lil' cheese you be postin' I'm finna drink that whole pint bottle, leave it open Pull up in a Scat' thinkin' it's that, I'm droppin' Demon on you No homo, Glock got thirty shots, I whipped out penis on 'em Stuff her pussy to capacity and still got work, is your cleavage open? We like the all-time Lakers, boy, our roster crazy Beatin' her back in for two months, got her posture changing This a fully chop with a hundred shots, I ain't gotta aim it I was finna stuff the pills in her raw, but they say condoms safer Ayy, I need the AP with the head blue When you speak on APs, you mean two bedrooms I'm too ratchet, we can't make it to the bedroom Fuckin' in the front seat, bitch, I'ma need some leg room I clear my mind, gettin' high in Versace I got that white girl, Diana Taurasi Cookie P's like Taraji, piece wet as Dasani I need a ghetto pretty bitch with a magnificent body Game winner, deep ball, Dame Lillard Lost my chain in the 'caine 'cause they got the same glitter Popped your mans, your ass in the same 'spital Hit your bitch and the road in the same rental Same guns as TI, but raised my son like Domani Used to hit the tailgates on twenty-eights, this a Monte I'm from the West Path, but got the whole 5th behind me Gotta pull a deuce of Act' out your ass to surprise me I came off Balenciagas, not the wide feet We be havin' main action traffic on the side street Told bro, "You know we all together, get beside me" I ain't givin' out no energy, this shit behind me (Never) I fucked two blood sisters, yeah, I know I'm toxic Them hoes don't even know and I ain't gon' tell nobody Your son be lookin' at your ass like a failure, probably The chopper chew your ass up, they gon' smell your body Benz outside, this bitch on the car dick We be sellin' everything, bitch, the spot like Target You ain't even platinum, I don't even want no parts, bitch Told the ho to look up, you fuckin' with a star, bitch One-man army, bitch, I move by myself Niggas need a handout, I'm puttin' food on the shelf I could bust a bag down and have it moved without no help Finna drink a ten, unc' done took a two out my twelve I'm slappin' on the verse, it's two minutes after twelve She said I act rude, she hit the head on the nail In here blowing real weed, is you prepared for the smell? Tryna do a one-on-one, is you prepared for the field? (Check the score) Submissions / Inquiries - nick@bangersonlyhq.com Partner Channels: ChillOnly - https://bit.ly/3uYHKe3 SauceOnly - https://bit.ly/30gjpSP BagOnly - https://bit.ly/38eIimn VibesOnly - https://bit.ly/30dN2nQ [tp9b2bi2idY] |
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