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Game Brakelights

[Busta]
My nigga Game
I remember when I first met the nigga!
Nigga hella-flamed up, flagging and all that
Nigga told me come through, Cedar Block
I did Compton and shit
I said if this was one of my niggas from New York this
nigga be my nigga
Even though heís from the West Coast, he still my
f..ckin' nigga
Crazy Shit though is even though it seem like the homie
be strugglin' between good and bad
At the end of the day, it always come from a genuine
place
Luh that nigga

[Verse 1 ó Game]
I wake up in the morning to Ciroc and some pancakes
Give a f..ck about a bar: bitch, this a mixtape!
Give a f..ck about a car: bitch, this a Rover!
Youíre driving a mistake like me dissin Hova
But I donít give a f..ck nigga, do it all again
Rule #1: never make a rap nigga friend
But I run up on a muthafuckin rap niggaís Benz
In Miami feeling like Khaled: ďAll I do is win"
80 thousand on the bracelet, watch got a facelift
Driving through the hood in this muthafuckin' spaceship
Feeling like the first man on the moon
Drape in all black, Whole club full of goons
Pumpin bottles til them pretty hoes move
Tonight Iím f..ckin' with bitches with scars and bullet
wounds
Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
Soo woo straight up by my mama, woo nigga

[Hook]
Iím in all red like my breaklights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
Iím blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill
Donít make me hit my breaklights
Itís a cold world, but it donít taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rearview
So I could see clear through the haters

[Verse 2 ó Game]
Cradle to the grave nigga, do it hard body
But I never f..ck wid a bitch wid a hard body
Soft as a peach, life is a beach
And Iím in Venice layiní on the bleach white sheets
With a dime-piece staring at my timepiece: what it say?
By 6 o clock we be chillin at the Mandolay, Nice
Chandon on the ice
Swimming in this f..ckin' money by a hatin' nigga life
Ask about mine, nigga, I reply twice
Bitches run around muh house, 3 blind mice
Get lost in this muthafucka
But I never get crossed in this muthafucka
Rottweilers at the door!
Dobermans by the pool, Dimes by the furnace
Live life like Capone cause a mutha f..cka earned it
Paper planes wid dem hundred dolla bills
Spent a couple mill but still nigga, Iím..

[Hook]
.. in all red like my breaklights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
Iím blessed liek the angel on Rolls Phantom grill
Donít make me hit my breaklights
Itís a cold world, but it donít taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rearview
So I could see clear through the haters

[Verse 3 ó Game]
One love to muh niggas, 2 claps for muh hoes
Buy a dime piece some clothes, well nigga, I suppose
I can get a Jimmy Choose, Donít mean Iímma do it
Went light skinned cause my first baby mama blew it
Now Iím stuntiní on dem hoes
What happened to the Buick?
Nigga turned rap star, god bless music
Now a nigga gettiní head whenever I choose it
Blues Brotherís shoeís covered in that new Goose ní
Grew up on that Snoop shit
Gin got me woosy
Got me feeling sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the f..ckiní radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird, and touch a little Gucci
Yeah, Iím a made man, bitch what you thought?
If I want an Aston, that f..ckiní bitch bought
Tell my nigga AR ďgo open up the vault
And f..ck what it costs, money talk nigga!Ē

[Hook]
Iím in all red like my breaklights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
Iím blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill
Donít make me hit my breaklights
Itís a cold world, but it donít taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rearview
So I could see clear through the haters
I paint the whole town, same color as my brakelights


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