Game Time Songtext
von AzChike

Don′t get put in that blender
Hold on who is you pat him down before he enter
Don't you hang with the opps talking bout he don′t remember
Tryna copy what I do nigga you is not a printer
Couped up I'm too up make niggas get they suit touched
Begging ass niggas and I ain't even got two bucks for you

Roll call want a bitch come and fuck with me
Fuck nah this ain′t jump ball you can′t jump with me
Balling jumpman touch hands we bout to bump then
Better bang yours bitch nigga cause I bang mines
This ain't happen over night bitch it take time
You seen the superbowl the cheat code bitch it′s game time

Game time
Game time
Game time
Yeah it's game time

What I want for Christmas two bitches at the same time
With me it′s game time but with you yeah it's lame time


Keep playing fuck around get your head broke
Don′t wanna live right well alright leave you dead wrong
Ay, well ok
I catch Star he getting the beats like it's Dre
Like the money in the bank you better play where it's safe
Told him better fill his tank run him to the next state
I get down I get dirty catch him out in public

Thinking he gone get a pass I′m finna slaughter me something
Hunger force see an issue and I rub my stomach
Enough paper to make a book I can get it published

Huh, you gone believe me bitch?
Got a thing for brown skin real conceited bitches
Got a bitch that′s good a bitch that go retrieve a bitch
A short small thick one that's from Cali with the cheetah print
I white curve it

Game time
Game time
Game time
Yeah it′s game time
Game time
Game time
Game time
Yeah it's game time