Came in the Game

Young nigga came in the game
I'm bouta go get them VVS chains
Backwood fat I feel it wit gas I swear it be blowing my brain
Niggas be worried why is you bothered nigga stay in yo lane
Fuck being famous I just want the money I can care less bout the fame
Stop the comparing Nigga you know that we aren't the same
Nigga you come of the bench I just be scoring all game
I had to toot it a boot it and jump out the window
I play wit her titty like a Nintendo I rock wit my brothas they be kinfolk (Ha!)
These niggas weak as MuthaFucka why they so simple
I'm beating it up like kimbo slice nigga like Kimbo
She top it real fast I don't wanna smash call it early dismissal
I like when she wear the pink thong Pepto-Bismol
I had to wake up and get it
The bitches like damn yo closet expensive
Nigga I win that is the difference
Get off yo ass y'all need to start minding yo business
She gimme head yeah she smart like academics



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Writer(s): Larry Martin
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