
Wrestlemania 20 Westside Gunn (Ft. Anderson .Paak)
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[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Westside Gunn]
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, 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, 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, all these games
I didn't come for jokes (Grr), I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames (Ayo)
No, oh, all these games
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, face tats and down, we was bagging weight
Fiend almost scratched his arm off, he couldn't wait
Rich niggas rocking Enfants Riches
Told my shooter to chill, God, he kept sniffing
Patek shine through Linda Farrow specs
Hanging out the F-Pace with the loaded TEC, God bless
Mark his loot for a maneuver
Only cooked it one time and we blew up, Noon Goons
Prepare to clear the room soon
Only snakes around on my Gucci shoes
This that cocaine stuck to the pot, scrape
Coral statue in every corner, the Lord's grace
Off the top rope with the brick like Snuka, nigga
In the kitchen with my dance, I be cooking, nigga
Just Don, I need the 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, 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, 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, all these games
I didn't come for jokes (Grr), I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames (Ayo)
No, oh, all these games
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, face tats and down, we was bagging weight
Fiend almost scratched his arm off, he couldn't wait
Rich niggas rocking Enfants Riches
Told my shooter to chill, God, he kept sniffing
Patek shine through Linda Farrow specs
Hanging out the F-Pace with the loaded TEC, God bless
Mark his loot for a maneuver
Only cooked it one time and we blew up, Noon Goons
Prepare to clear the room soon
Only snakes around on my Gucci shoes
This that cocaine stuck to the pot, scrape
Coral statue in every corner, the Lord's grace
Off the top rope with the brick like Snuka, nigga
In the kitchen with my dance, I be cooking, nigga
Just Don, I need the pink 2s
Left his brains dragging 'cross the mink too
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)
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