Wrestlemania 20

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to (grr) play with you lames (ayo)
No, oh-oh, all these games

Ayo, face tats and down, we was bagging weight (bagging weight)
Fiend almost scratched his arm off, he couldn't wait (couldn't wait)
Rich niggas rocking Enfants Riches
Told my shooter to chill, God, he kept sniffing (he kept sniffing)
Patek shine through Linda Farrow specs (Farrow specs)
Hanging out the F-Pace with the loaded TEC, God bless
Mark his loot for a maneuver (maneuver)
Only cooked it one time and we blew up, new goons (new goons)

Prepare to clear the room soon (room soon)
All these snakes around on my Gucci shoes (Gucci shoes)
This that cocaine stuck to the pot, scrape (pot, scrape)
Coral statue in every corner, the Lord's grace (the Lord's grace)
Off the top rope with the brick like Snuka, nigga (Snuka, nigga)
In the kitchen with my dance, I be cooking, nigga (cooking. nigga)
Just Don, I need the pink 2s (pink 2s)
Left his brains dragging 'cross the mink too
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games

Ayo, new kitchen, same stoves, plain clothes, just tryna chase (tryna chase)
Threw the 40, by God, the birds caulking up an eight (caulking up an eight)
Couple flakes, too many chains on, I might suffocate
We cut his face his first day in, get out the fucking way
Fuck is this? Ask for a bid, he gave his fucking shake
Now he laying in the dumpster without a fucking face
Porsche 961, we call those master, everlasting (everlasting)
Miss Machine Gun every day that'll fucking pass

You always rap about the fucking dope that you never had
Never showed your PSI, don't even fucking ask (fucking ask)
Make sure my Fila Gosha (Gosha)
Might sell a thousand bricks for the culture (culture)
Unravel squares, rocking Unraveled (rocking unraveled)
What you know about betting two hundred mackerels (two hundred mackerels)
Gotta send 20 niggas to commissary (to commissary)
If you owe me a stamp, get your momma buried
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games

I wanna thank you for all
For looking out

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh-oh, all these games

I wanna thank you for all
For looking out



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon  Paak Anderson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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