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Tinchy Stryder( Kwasi Danquah )
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Game Over
Lyricist:Kwasi Esono Danquah, James Devlin, Jamal Fyffe, Elliot Gleave, Stephen Manderson, Eshraque Mughal, Patrick Okogwu, Jason Thompson
Time to get that profit all in Won't rest 'til all my niggers rocket ballin' I don't even think I stopped this mornin' I'm that nigga that usually gets them 'what's it called's it'
I'm caught, when it's time to get that shoppin' sorted Oh, this Armani blazer, which I got imported Yeah, I like that whip because I'm on the bands Only reason I ain't dropped that forty
Chicks see me on the street and they stop and call me Want me to get my willy out so they can toss it for me Got 'em goin' topless for me When she pop it for me, really got me horny
Record label contract, my lawyers got it for me Dotted all the I's, and the T's, can you cross 'em for me? You can try and put your crosses on me I watch, hate, I got shooters that'll watch it for me
I'm heavy, I'm colder Better me? No sir I could tear apart MC's But I'd rather read a book on childcare by Kerry Katona
No niceness, I ran out of it Dumb it down a bit, ain't somethin' I'm prepared to do And I ain't ever gonna run out of lip Here's something I prepared for you
I tried to relax but being spaced it inspires me back When will I be nice to Katie Price The day I see a cage fighter in drag, ah
I don't want a tomorrow without friction Jump in to beat, both feet first They make pros eat their words And sit and watch 'em swallow their own diction
Uh, Ishi distort that bass Man grew up on a raw estate Now, every time I draw my dates They're like 'How the fuck did you afford this place?'
First place, first place, first place Try and act up them man will address that Call it, put a fuckin' man in his place
Bitch, I'm great, for goodness sake I ain't got a queue 'cause they know my face Glance at my watch tryin' to wind up on me I was like I ain't got time to waste
Get it, I ain't got time to waste Get it, try and get hype in my face, regret it Got a big pit bull and I don't remember The last time I fed it, so don't up set it
Let me grieve for the beat before I murder it Don't know my name by now? You shoulda heard of it Why, 'cause I'm murdering Anybody lurking in, close proximity, circling
Don't make an example of men when I stride in Dev's has got a tiny temper I'm observing this, learning But know I'm just yearning to burn it I'll fire your agenda
Lock me up, might high risk offender Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Make a man turn on his own team, like an Irish defender I'm a rhyming inventor That's climbing to heights ya not meant to
The game's over, so roll over I'm sober, but I'll still kidnap a so-called soldier And bolt in the Rover to Dover Yeah, it's over, the game's over
Put up ya' lighters, I clash the Titans Fight the fighters, might fight the biters Spit on my flow, got tonsillitis That's on a Monday mornin', ha
Takin' over, run straight past ya No warning that I rule disaster Harder, faster, stronger, longer This one here was top of the classroom
Stop the lecture, drop the pressure Never say never but nevertheless I Never say no to experiments Whether it's tenements, clubs, yards, spitting with eloquence
Positive sentiments, having a hell of a time and it's evident Don't question my relevance I've started on this so I'm back in my element Element, element, element, element
Uh, I open my mouth, niggas panic The jewel the liabilities, I'm the asset Underdogs are barking up, hush puppy My new chain's got red and blue ice man, I call it my slush puppy
Yeah, let me clap them with the reminder flow I was best new comer, time ago Yeah, you've all passed ya sell by date to me I'm different, nigga, I sell out when you at the venue and date to me
And now it's game over Kick him out the team but heard he's snaking, he's a cobra Could have lived the dream but now ya' days are done, it's over Should have remembered scheming and your looking for a shoulder To lean on, to wipe your tears on, it's over
Breathe, breathe First stretch, the clouds are black My shades are black Let me go
They better let me go, let me loose I'm frozen cold, my veins are blue Hell to home but it's Satan-proof Good as gold, my angels flew
Yo, they can't knock down mine Cuffs on flows, I lock down lines I am not human, real life mutant Ask Mick Foley, I'm not mankind
Yeah, look under my eyelids All red, I bleed from the iris Like I've been toking on weed, highest Now my brain's on freeze, minus
Yeah, I ain't letting it melt I'm stark, haze, I ain't letting it fill Sideline this now separate that I'm stayin' here, I ain't lettin' it gel, ill
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