- The Game Hit The J 歌詞
- The Game
- That Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blaine
And she aint tryna to book a flight on that paper plane
She dont wanna hit the J
She dont wanna hit the J
She dont wanna hit the J
She dont wanna hit the J
Throw on that undefeated tank, and throw on my chain
Throw on that new Kid Red, *****, its money gang
See that red Maserati, niggas know its Game
Drive that ***** down Rosecrans and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that ho insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she out in Spain
Got a squad full chicks, I aint dropping names
They all ball like the girl that play for Notre Dame
Whats her name? Skylar Diggins yeah thats right, thats right
You know Ill be digging, Ill be eating out that kitten
Ill be piggin out
Never take her out to crustaceans, it be In-N- Out
Just like that Chocolate shake, nigga goin in her mouth
She do everything except smoke, that mean let a nigga poke
That mean she be off the coke like Paris and her folks
Swear to God she a poke man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that **** man
That Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blaine
And she aint try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she dont wanna hit the J (she dont wanna hit the J)
She dont wanna hit the J (she dont wanna hit the J)
She dont wanna hit the J (she dont wanna hit it)
Now she dont wanna hit the J
All these ******* in my face, Im blowing up
And when Im stepping in the place, we be pouring up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell her homie break that down, and we gon roll it up
Its Friday and she aint got shit to do
And we aint got shit to do
So umm, whats good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
She aint trying to hit that J
Different Js, different lokes
Different days, different strokes
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, swishers and them Lifestyles
******* in the white house, red Camaro piped out
Ill be iced out, my blunts be packed in
Ill smoke them till its no more, Im like the pack ten
Im bout to pack ten ******* with them accents
Man we bout to pack twelve swishers in that black Benz
That Harry Potter, that Mary Jane
That OG kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blaine
And she aint try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she dont wanna hit the J (she dont wanna hit the J)
She dont wanna hit the J (she dont wanna hit the J)
She dont wanna hit the J (she dont wanna hit it)
Now she dont wanna hit the J
Two puffs, two verses. Thats all you get Nigga!
And stop mean mugging mother****er!
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