lirik lagu ant banks - gameless mortals
oh yeah, y’know kev (wh-ssup boy?)
we was out ridin the other day
rollin a livin room on 20’s y’know (right)
just just ridin, tryin to f-ckin with a b-tch or sum’n y’knowhatimean?
(that’s right, that’s right) and this b-tch starin me up and down
had the nerve enough to say to me (what’s that?)
i see you peekin but you ain’t speakin (what?)
[verse one]
d-mn a n-gga can’t talk i thought my, game was fine
feel like i can’t walk and chew gum at the same time
take aim and train, n-gga mold a girl
unfold the game, and then control her world
but n-ggas they be -ss-kissin, givin them ends
lettin broke–ss b-tches even live in the benz
but that’s a no-no, n-gga what you tryin to do?
homey those hoes ‘sposed to be supplyin you
got the game all crossed up (uhh) no doubt
gave your change to a toss-up (d-mn) and sold out
n-gga you could buy p-ssy but you can’t buy love
i don’t, know what you squares be thinkin of
savin hoes like “braveheart”
eatin p-ssy must be your f-ckin trademark, ha ha!
let your superhater powers just activate
cause i’m the playa y’all n-ggas just love to hate
[hook: repeat 2x]
is it love or what? straight pimpin
n-ggas be f-ckin up – they simpin
take a b-tch all the way home y’all (all the way home y’all)
‘sposed to make ’em catch the bus (got ’em into the bus)
[verse two]
i’m talkin garlic, crab with the noodles
what happened to 7/11 for some doritos and red hot burritos?
now n-ggas is straight flossin for the tossin
no more hot wing and nuggets with the sweet and sour sauce’n
it’s all about the cheddar, who got the cheese
can i have some more ice for my cristal please?
used to take ’em to reno now it’s all the way to vegas
no more motel 6, dumb b-tch think she struck it rich
they say that game is to be sold and not told
but game has been financed with a lapdance
bringin ’em back stage all up in the studio sessions (hehehe)
i guess n-ggas ain’t learned they lesson
about the game cause it’s all bad with corruption
n-gga finger f-ckin l!ckin without the d-ck in
well if you don’t know, now you know
it’s time to let a ho be a ho
[hook]
{-phone rings-}
h-llo? (hey somebody paged?)
n-gga this me! (oh wh-ssup baby?)
i got a flat tire, could you come get me?
(sheeit you betta get yo’ -ss on the bus!)
{-dial tone-}
[verse three: grip]
catch the bus? sh-t, what the h-ll you mean?
i just call the next pimp to pick me up from the scene
it ain’t no thang homeboy you know that’s a fact
cause when i sw-ng, i have a n-gga on his back
sittin on his face, we at his place
by the way trick, how that taste? you know with game i stay laced
he keep my neck and wrists shinin with diamonds
and i laugh at a b-tch, claimin that’s her men pervin
bizznitches be havin they homies thinkin they pimpin
get ’em all alone they start simpin, big trickin, -ss l!ckin
tongue all in the cl-t
can’t even get hard and steady braggin about his d-ck, sheeit
you ain’t heard? quit tryin to shotcall, you a nerd homey
get shot to the curb homey off that herb homey
and it got you runnin your mouth
but i’m grip and like bowlin pins i’m knockin ’em out
[hook] – repeat 2x
wh-ssup baby? oh you got a flat tire?
don’t trip, i got a can of fix-a-flat in the trunk
matter fact you can take my spare
hehe, i still got you
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