Cut Throat Game Songtext
von Ramirez

Golden teeth be glimmerin′ and shining when you talkin to me
Just hit my pager to wager this play, do it with ease
This game infectious
Leading bitches to water the shepherd
A couple thousands in seconds, this money making genetic
Recliner seats in my all black Benz
I keep my feet on the soil and blow the smoke to the wind
No time sleep when there's dollas to be made

A player keep it in motion til they dress me with a spade
I′m seeing visions of darkness and thunder striking me down
My daughter huggin' casket
I get put under the ground
I see her momma just crying dressed in a all black gown
But until that day comes, I'll still be holding it down


It′s a cold-blooded, cutthroat game
No matter whether you fall
Gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain
A player always gone ball
Gotta get the money, fuck the fame

It′s a cold-blooded, cutthroat game
No matter whether you fall
Gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain
A player always gone ball
I've to get the money, fuck the fame

I got devils and demons whispering from my shoulders
Telling me to do wrong, but they don′t know I'm soulja
And I know I′m a sinner brought up with the worst kind
Standing up in the trenches 'cause Rami up in the front lines
Chevy be swervin, slithering like a serpent
Breaking these niggas necks
And leaving these all bitches hurting


I be sippin this bourbon
Always being observant, keeping my on head
Swivel ′cause suck niggas be lurking
It's a cold-blooded game bitches be
Trippin and digging these ditches for a player mane
Don't go insane
The streets will be calling, but make sure you keep your frame

It′s a cold-blooded, cutthroat game
No matter whether you fall
Gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain
A player always gone ball
Gotta get the money, fuck the fame

It′s a cold-blooded, cutthroat game
No matter whether you fall
Gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain
A player always gone ball
Gotta get the money fuck the fame

Ooh-oh, ooh-oh
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh