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The Game - The Drill - текст песни, видео

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The Game - The Drill - текст песни, видео

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Уроки эстрадного вокала в Санкт-Петербурге
Ace Hood, Game what up ni**a?
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]Thank god momma son made it
at twenty three
Still remembering a struggle
hidden deep in me
Momma gone, ain't no single
daddy memory
I became my own man the age
of seventeen
Trying make this money flip like
it's a trampoline
I was hard headed, grandfather
I was trying do it big, like I was
Faith Evans
Praying to the heavens, I can see
my daughter smile
Know she watching now that
daddy rip this record down
Know I love you baby, tell my
god I said whatup'
And know I seen em' just
meeting ends, so my family up
I should pray harder, instead I
tote a pistol
Speed dollar killers running if I
ever whistle
Real nigga, that's just my
Hustle hard got my money doing
I stretch paper, every dollar bill
[Hook: Ace Hood] X2
Niggas cry tears, when I see my
first meal (First Meal)
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know
the drill
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know
the drill
Bad bad bitch wit' me bet she
know the drill
[Verse 2: Game]I gotta' bad bitch wit' me, and
she know the drill
And she know my ex, X pill
She only listen to me, Ace, and
Meek Mill
I told her tat my name on it, so I
know it's real
She know the value of a dollar
She know how real or fake them
counterfeit hunded's feel
She know the difference

between Derrick Rose and D-
She know the difference
between being broke and
stayin', paid
She know the difference
between vuve and spades
She know the difference
between warrants and raves
Never confuse when talkin'
Glocks and dem' K's
Show her the shoe, she put a
number on dem' J's
Like, it dem' is cool grays
I'm like, dem' is cool shades
I'm like, dem' is Spike Lee's
She like, yeah schooldays
And she bang the documentary
Said that motherfucka' cold,
yeah, Buffalo Bill
[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]I ain't never ran from nobody,
and I never will
Lunch time on these niggas, cuz'
I'm on my second meal
I just dropped a mixtape, lookin'
like my second deal
Club live thirty bottles, and I'm
on my second bill
And I be gettin' high as my
electric bill
Ask bout' me in the hood, they
say I'm extra real
Cuz' ain't nobody never rob me, I
ain't never squeal
And ain't nobody never try, my
niggas love to kill
Ridin' round wit' chuck, but it
ain't a game though
My black wall niggas, told me
you a lame though
The block got a beam on it, like
But man it took some lemon
squeeze's, just to split your
My down bitch, never count to
Cuz' you know the real from
fake, I had to learn some shit
Before I ever thought of rap, I
had a pound to get
And the piece is steel, I never
thought I see a mill
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