Game

Game
My ambitions of a rida-da-da
Put her in a YSL and that Prada-da-da
Keep the pistol on the side-da-da
In the Lamborghini smokin' on that la-la-la
She got her hair in the wind, eyebrows on fleek
'15 Bonnie & Clyde, Nicki and Meek
I gave her keys to the condo, keys to the Jeep
Say "You jigglin, baby", gave her the whole damn fleet

I always ride for you baby, and when shit get hard
You know I parade on the side of you, baby
Yeah, I met him in a dope gang, he had no name
Back when you could get a half or a whole thang
Back when we all ever needed was the cocaine
Bricks in the 600 why they call me Raw Game
40 in the Sti dash f*** around and be road kill
With the top down feelin' like
My ambitions of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitions of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitions of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitions of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitions of a rida
No whip now we in the Ray Roll Range
Keep it gangsta pricy, one of them cold things
Wit ya, noooo, I ain't mad at ya
Get out of line, probably throw a couple jabs at em
Hit Rodeo, probably throw a couple bags at ya
In my 2Pac voice - I ain't mad at ya
Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it
My fitted flew off, but I dont need it, tell me what I need

You need a bitch that's gonna blast, spend cash with ya
Same time f*** good, drop ass for you
Yeah, I ride it like rah-rah-rah-rah
Eat the pu*** like la-la-laaaa
Why you gotta tell a ni*** bidness
Fine ni*** Friday, you know a ni*** live this
Hit you with the helicopter tongue
Then f*** you til the helicopter come
One look and I got her
In corners in my Impala
(My ambitions of a rida)
Slidin down that pole for a dollar
Nada, tell that girl "holla"
(My ambitions of a rida)
I done brought the thug life out her
Got her stuffin' bricks in that Prada
(My ambitions of a rida)
And she love when I'm inside her
And can't nobody divide us
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