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    Meek Mill feat. Vory – Think It’s A Game [2020]

    Künstler:
    Meek MillVory

    [Intro: Vory]
    It’s too much, too much, too much, yeah
    Tell ’em, ayy

    [Chorus: Vory]
    Girl, just leave me in silence
    Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still ’bout it
    Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill ’bout it
    Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don’t care about it
    Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain’t no cap shit
    I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption
    And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick
    Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, ’cause he an actress and I’m a savage
    Pussy, hmm

    [Post-Chorus: Vory]
    Think it’s a game until they holdin’ onto your brains and shit, do you?
    Ayy
    Think it’s a game, nothin’ do you?
    Think it’s a game, yeah

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    My homie turned his back on me, I don’t know how to feel about it
    ‘Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won’t kill ’bout it
    ‘Cause niggas be knowin’ my business and don’t be real solid
    I got rеal problems
    Made my list for the hoеs that flex, went back and still popped them
    Couldn’t be holding this shit down ten, went in my wheel body
    Ain’t seen my cousin like six months but still gon’ drill ’bout him
    He in those trenches and I can’t act like I don’t care ’bout it
    This shit a war
    Nigga, I’m the plug, ain’t no extension cord
    Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent ’em for?
    Like you ain’t know we stand on opps, sent ’em to the Lord
    Look ’em in they eyes ’til they die, without no feelings for ’em

    [Verse 2: Vory]
    Yeah
    I done seen a couple M’s at 22, nigga who the fuck is you?
    You say you got shooters with you?
    Well, I got shooters too
    All my niggas missin’ screws
    All they know is true
    He a killer but is aim off
    So we must recruit
    That niggas tryin’ me and mob, bitch I’m tyin’ boots, yeah
    They tellin’ everything but the truth
    Don’t need no soldiers talkin’ for me, baby I’m a troop
    Done named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah
    I’m talkin’ close range
    Say your niggas out here wildin’, we on the same thing, yeah
    We on the same thing
    His pain is my pain, we got the same pain

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Glock .40 help me, sleep better
    Know where you live, know where I leave
    So we could creep better
    Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters
    And have your soul forever rest in peace
    No, we better than that
    New Berrettas and MACs
    New vendettas attached
    And we can’t never get back
    Now you can never relax
    You gotta forever be strapped, pussy
    In the valleys of the shadows of death
    Will the reaper be regained?
    We never pressed to play them
    Clubs on the weekend ’cause that’s gon’ lead us only
    Thuggin’ and beefin’ with some lil’ niggas that’s beneath us
    Probably ain’t even eatin’, that’s lose-lose
    We kill ten of y’all, we ain’t even even
    You niggas jealous

    [Chorus: Vory]
    You just left me in silence
    Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still ’bout it
    Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill ’bout it
    Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don’t care about it
    Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain’t no cap shit
    I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption
    And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick
    Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, ’cause he an actress and I’m a savage
    Pussy, hmm

    [Post-Chorus: Vory]
    Think it’s a game until they holdin’ onto your brains and shit, do you?
    Ayy
    Think it’s a game, nothin’ do you?
    Think it’s a game, yeah


    Künstler:
    Meek MillVory


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