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Goddamit Dupri 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 tux Begging ass nigga I ain't even got two bucks for you Roll call When them bitches come 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 overnight, bitch it take time You seen the Super Bowl, The Cheat Code Bitch it's game time Game time, game time Game time, bitch nigga yea it's game time Letras de canciones What I want for Christmas Two bitches at the time With me it's game time But with you yea it's lame time Aye Keep playing fuck around get yo head blown Don't wanna live right? Well alright, leave you dead wrong Aye Well ok, I catch dawg He getting the beats like it's Dre Like the money in the bank You better play where it's safe Told 'em he better fill his tank Running 'em to the next state I get down, I get dirty Catch 'em out in public Thinking he gone get a pass I'm funna slide me something Hungry for it, see a issue And I rub my stomach Enough paper to make a book I can get it published What You don't believe it bitch? Got a thing for brown skin Real conceited bitch Got a bitch to get a bitch To go retrieve a bitch The short small thick one That's from Cali with the cheetah print Yea I like her Game time, game time Game time, bitch nigga yea it's game time Game time, game time Game time, bitch nigga yea it's game time From Letras Mania