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The Game
by Jassie Harris

 

It's funny how many games we play
Especially them niggaz who think you don't know the game
Telling dumb lies,
Cheating on the side
Fronting like they shy
Please babe/bro I don't fall for those

Let's face it you need to throw in the towel
Just remove like your bowel
Cause I'
m saying what you spitting is just plain foul
It's no wonder you don't have a shorty strapped on your arm
As soon you open your mouth she bounced
Like a broke nigga who stole a 40 ounce
But I forgot none of that shit counts

But what I don't understand is how you gonna say your game is tight
When you can't even hit the pussy right
Now that shit is trife

But who am I to say
I'm just a shorty,you don't know the game
But let me tell you this
If you wanna find a smart and cute shorty like me
Just hold it down and keep it real

 

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