15 lyrics for "This ain't a game"
That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs
PlayYes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you
PlayLet it fall Will you help me paint a smile On this sad, sad world When it meets you on the other side baby We're all prisoners in a simple mind baby You can grip my arm to pass the time baby Let it fall, So what's your game plan Walking among the
PlayTen years and runnin', we came up from the basement This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it? Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
PlayI love, I love, love, love, love Get away from me, if I was you, I'd watch what you say to me Snakes all in my bed, wanna lay with me? This ain't no motherfuckin' game, why you play with me? Don't play with me, this the only thing I love, don't play with
PlayMy last piece, I swear They even iced out Jesus' hair Look at me, pathetic n**** This chain that I bought, greed, pain and fame this a heinous result Let these words be the colors I'm just paintin' my heart I'm knee deep in the game and it ain't what I
PlayDon't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it
PlayWhat if I was made for you and you were made for me What if this is it, what if it's meant to be What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in And the stars line up and it's our last first
PlayI'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut
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