
The Game Yung Simmie
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[INTRO]
[HOOK]
Better charge it to the game, if a nigga' take your bitch
Better charge it to the game, do your thing and don't slip
Better charge it to the game, cause a nigga' try'n-to-get rich
I'm-a-charge it to the game, and not worry 'bout no bitch
I'm-a-charge it to the game, if a nigga' take my check
I'm-a-charge it to the game, cause I'm real as it can get
But I won't charge it to the game, if a nigga disrespect
I'm-a-charge it to the game, cause it's all about respect
[VERSE]
Boy;
You fake
You a rookie
And you never count'n checks
I'm that nigga'
Can't you see me?
Alcohol on my breath
Steady swerve'n through the streets
Hit a right then a left, bad-bitch on my left
Or I'm cool'n by myself
Steady school'n these niggas'
I'm the new professor [?]
Steady swim'n through these beats
I'm the rap Michael Phelps, and your girl on my wast
Tug'n on my Gucci belt
All my niggas' in the back, but I-don't-even-need-no-help
He ain't charge it to the game, now is name-on-a-shelf
Made his girl give me brain, I ain't need nothing else
On my 305 shit
Straight thug'n/it's nothing
The lyrical pistol, loaded clip and I'm bust'n
[HOOK]
Better charge it to the game, if a nigga' take your bitch
Better charge it to the game, do your thing and don't slip
Better charge it to the game, cause a nigga' try'n-to-get rich
I'm-a-charge it to the game, and not worry 'bout no bitch
I'm-a-charge it to the game, if a nigga' take my check
I'm-a-charge it to the game, cause I'm real as it can get
But I won't charge it to the game, if a nigga disrespect
I'm-a-charge it to the game, cause it's all about respect
[VERSE]
Boy;
You fake
You a rookie
And you never count'n checks
I'm that nigga'
Can't you see me?
Alcohol on my breath
Steady swerve'n through the streets
Hit a right then a left, bad-bitch on my left
Or I'm cool'n by myself
Steady school'n these niggas'
I'm the new professor [?]
Steady swim'n through these beats
I'm the rap Michael Phelps, and your girl on my wast
Tug'n on my Gucci belt
All my niggas' in the back, but I-don't-even-need-no-help
He ain't charge it to the game, now is name-on-a-shelf
Made his girl give me brain, I ain't need nothing else
On my 305 shit
Straight thug'n/it's nothing
The lyrical pistol, loaded clip and I'm bust'n
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