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• Artiste: Trippie Redd
• Titre: I Got Game
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Yeah, charging the gang, came in the game Run through the game, shoot with the game Pull up with chopps, my shooter gon' bang My shooter gon' shoot at you, my shooter gon' bang We ain't playing no games We ain't playing no games, yeah She know I don't hoop but I got game Ballin' on 'em like the Hall of Fame I remember they ain't even know my name Cup, purple rain Nigga been tough before the fame Damn, my demons chasing after me Here we got some guns, I got some accuracy Clap at you if you clap at me Damn, I hate it on Earth Damn, it's hell on Earth Damn, got some weed in this earth Man, I got some business and it's urgent Washed up laundry, detergent Keep it crystal clean, keep it Krispy Kreme I get to the cheese, I get to the broccoli I love counting green, but I'm never green and catch him at the red light Man, I'm sippin' red out of red Sprite Better get your head right Play with me then it's bedtime forever You can sleep six feet in a casket I was sippin' Wock' with my uncle in a Aston I be smokin' dope but I don't ever pass it Nigga, touch my gas, he gon' be past tense That nigga gon' be forever absent You ain't heard about, you ain't seen that nigga Somewhere out in space Somewhere out in space Somewhere out in space Too much space Too much time I gotta erase Stay on the 'Gram, I stay on my pace They playin' around and they got outta place Smoke boy like a vape, smoke boy like a vape Smoke boy, yellow tape Left that man without a face Yeah, charging the gang, came in the game Run through the game, shoot with the game Pull up with chopps, my shooter gon' bang My shooter gon' shoot at you, my shooter gon' bang We ain't playing no games We ain't playing no games, yeah She know I don't hoop but I got game Ballin' on 'em like the hall of fame I remember they ain't even know my name Cup purple rain