Gameless Mortals Letra

Ant Banks

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Letra de Gameless Mortals
Oh yeah, y'know Kev (whassup boy?) We was out ridin the other day Rollin a livin room on 20's y'know (right) Just just ridin, tryin to fuckin with a bitch or sum'n y'knowhatImean? (That's right, that's right) And this bitch 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] Damn a nigga 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, nigga mold a girl Unfold the game, and then control her world But niggaz they be ass-kissin, givin them ends Lettin broke-ass bitches even live in the Benz But that's a no-no, nigga 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 (damn) and sold out Nigga yuo could buy pussy but you can't buy love I don't, know what you squares be thinkin of Savin hoes like "Braveheart" Eatin pussy must be your fuckin trademark, ha ha! Let your superhater powers just activate Cause I'm the playa y'all niggaz just love to hate [Chorus: repeat 2X] Is it love or what? Straight pimpin Niggaz be fuckin up - they simpin Take a bitch 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 niggaz 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 bitch 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 niggaz ain't learned they lesson about the game cause it's all bad with corruption Nigga finger fuckin lickin without the dick in Well if you don't know, now you know It's time to let a ho be a ho [Chorus] {*phone rings*} Hello? (Hey somebody paged?) Nigga this me! (Oh whassup baby?) I got a flat tire, could you come get me? (Sheeit you betta get yo' ass on the bus!) {*dial tone*} [Verse Three: Grip] Catch the bus? Shit, what the hell 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 swang, I have a nigga 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 bitch, claimin that's her men pervin Bizznitches be havin they homies thinkin they pimpin Get 'em all alone they start simpin, big trickin, ass lickin Tongue all in the clit Can't even get hard and steady braggin about his dick, 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 [Chorus] - repeat 2X Whassup 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