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Bad Intentions (Purp & Patron)

The Game

Purp & Patron

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Tekst piosenki
[The Game] Bad intentions nigga Fucking with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga, we blaze cuban cigars And drive foreign cars, nigga we stars Fuck bitches at our leisure Stuff dick inside they throat 'til they have seizures Hoes down, B's up Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson, Get high Start trippin, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbin' son Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it Bouncin that Impala down the shore like what's good with it? I'm a made man, I wear J's and I been around more rocks than a fuckin' cave man I done sold it and bagged it I done drove it and crashed it Fucked my credit up smashin the Ahton FYI nigga I got a magnum Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher I'm a mother fuckin' butcher Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it I be all up in the kitchin No need for an apron, playboy I'm a professional, I'm cakin playboy The last real D-boy up in this rap shit Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call them shits raz cash Rasclart you fuckin with the bomb squad Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god Church, Higher power Impala sittin' clean like it took 5 showers Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit Why you think that I got in this shit? Paid for my momma house, bout 700k Can't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a day Yay, I mean yayo On the block sun up sun down like where the day go? We come through chargin nigga like San Diego Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok though Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo And I ain't talking bout the x-box Niggas let the tech knock Welcome to the real life, black ops Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop And we ain't killin Jonny, no Nigga give em an ass shot Put him on injured reserve Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word That's how I get down, all you rap niggas floppin Who talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers So mother fuck a hater and his family About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami Lebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup 24s on the truck, Laker Game, nigga, WHAT? Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid And before you try to say that that's a diss I was up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch Sippin Long Island ice tea with a white bitch That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey The wife be at home with the kid's Look at them and see how a motherfucker live 24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the shit .. shit
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