Game Over lyrics
by Stitches
[Verse]
Game over, game over
I'm like 50 in his prime, tryin' pus*y ass n*ggas cause they always tryna act hard
I'm a rich motherf*cker drivin' in the foreign car, best belive my di*k is always hard
Young rich n*gga drivin' Maseratis
f*ckin' with a Puerto Rican shorty
I'm a coke dealer, everybody know it
Money in my pocket and I always throw it
When you rich, motherf*cker, you don't give a f*ck
A n*gga say he gon' kill you, tell him, "Good luck"
Servin' coke outta bandos
I walk in the club wearin' sandals
Young fresh n*gga 'til they put me a grave
I'm a young millionaire and you know I'm feelin' great
Money in my pocket, money in my bank
Can't f*ck with a b*tch if the pus*y stink
Double cup all that muddy
c*m on her face now it's flooded
VVS diamonds on my jewelry
I blinded her sight now she's suin' me
Dade County that's my city
Money, money, money, like I'm P. Diddy
I dare somebody to say different
f*ck around with me I kill you to be specific
f*ck a pus*y ass n*gga named The Game
pus*y ass n*gga that shall be your name
TMI Gang that's my squad
I make a phone call and I kill you and your dogs
I get a greenlight to shoot you redlight
Wa-wa-wa, that's a bad night
I ain't got no sympathy for pus*y n*ggas
Tyga and The Game, they some pus*y n*ggas
And you beefin' with Young Thug, he weigh eighty pounds
f*ck with a real thug, you get eighty rounds
And I understand why 50 Cent dropped you from the G-Unit
The Game? He used to be a stripper
Game over, game over, TMI Gang takin' over
pus*y ass n*gga, you a pus*y ass n*gga, you a pus*y ass n*gga
pus*y ass n*gga, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y ass n*gga