Game Over (Flip) Lyrics

Ahh Game over
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Ahh shit, y'all done fucked up and left me in this bitch I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich But you don't hear me My crib big like a football field, football field You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal
But you don't hear me I take 15 minutes to drop a track, yeah I take half a minute to load my gat But you don't hear me I make 'em bounce all across the globe I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes
But you don't hear me A franchise like a Houston Rocket, Houston Rocket Every eight months is when I usually drop it But you don't hear me I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock You know my heat stay cocked, nigga
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Look, I'm a Cristal nigga and you a red-winer You just an opening act but I'm the headliner But you don't hear me I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top You got your deal off your man I got my deal off props
But you don't hear me I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 With ice cubes in my watch and dubs on the black Benz But you don't hear me I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work It's rainy days, if we don't move all our work, we go berserk
But you don't hear me I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam Mostly y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man But you don't hear me I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again It's show and tell motherfucker, I'ma prove it again
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The game over, 'cause shit about to change over It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over But you don't hear me Most producers want to charge too much But around my way that's how you get fucked up
But you don't hear me You might think we all beats and rhymes But way before this rap shit nigga, the streets was mine But you don't hear me I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready To Die" shit
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