DTF The Game (Ft. Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign & YG)
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[Intro]
Bongo by the way
[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talkin' 'bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more (ooh yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah yeah)
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
[Verse 1: The Game & YG]
If The Game gave a fuck about a bitch, no wouldn't ever happen
Catch a nigga hoppin' out a Benz Wagon
Pocket full of Magnums, never sweat 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em
YG tell 'em what's brackin', bool
Hey, I'm just a nigga that went plat, nigga, where that [?] baby I got stamina, uh
Beat it up with the spatula, spaced out like NASA, bite your neck like I'm Dracula, ooh
You niggas better understand me, I let go that hoe go now you got yourself a family, woah
You a sucker like that, oh she call you Jayceon, I gotta fuckin' like that, woah
Bongo by the way
[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah)
I'm tryna put my name on it
Talkin' 'bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more (ooh yeah)
Down for it if you still around for it (yeah yeah)
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush don't say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up)
DTF, I'm down to fuck
[Verse 1: The Game & YG]
If The Game gave a fuck about a bitch, no wouldn't ever happen
Catch a nigga hoppin' out a Benz Wagon
Pocket full of Magnums, never sweat 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em
YG tell 'em what's brackin', bool
Hey, I'm just a nigga that went plat, nigga, where that [?] baby I got stamina, uh
Beat it up with the spatula, spaced out like NASA, bite your neck like I'm Dracula, ooh
You niggas better understand me, I let go that hoe go now you got yourself a family, woah
You a sucker like that, oh she call you Jayceon, I gotta fuckin' like that, woah
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