Testo Hate the Game - Corbavelli feat. Dame
Testo della canzone Hate the Game (Corbavelli feat. Dame), tratta dall'album Hate the Game
You know, I Still think about her sometimes
When I was down she ain't help me up
Now i'm finding some comfort inside a double cup
Had to tell my little baby I only wanna fuck
To busy worried bout dollars I gotta run it up
I put my heat up on some ice I fell like rod wave
I ain't worried bout the bitches only getting paid
Had to whoop a nigga ass I feel like Pootie Tang
I always ride for my niggas I wont never change
My momma just told me don't hate the player hate the game
My father just told me watch out cause all these niggas lame
I was Superman I thought I had a Louis Lane
My ex bitch is a thottie I hope she feel ashamed
When I was down they looking down on me
Now I gotta couple thou on me
Fight night keep some rounds on me
And i'm always smoking gas I keep a pound on me
23 In my pockets I feel like Micheal Jordan
24 On the chain scream rest in peace to Kobe
I know these niggas lame and all these niggas bogus
Almost got sprayed up wit dame and now i'm pistol toting
When I was down she ain't help me up
Now i'm finding some comfort inside double cup
Had to tell my little baby I only wanna fuck
To busy worried bout dollars I gotta run it up
I put my heat up on some ice I fell like rod wave
I ain't worried bout the bitches only getting paid
Had to whoop a nigga ass I feel like Pootie Tang
I always ride for my niggas I wont never change
Don't hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Always ride for my niggas ill never change
Had to slap a nigga up snuff em in his face
Snatch em out the car seat belt on his waist
Slammed him on the ground now he need a neck brace
Wanna lay it in his chest for all the tears I shed
Want his mama crying find his body dripping red
Now i'm past it and I just stack my bread
Pray for better days pray for all our falling friends
Bro i miss you every-days a struggle
Tears falling down fucking up the hustle
Let em fall I don't wipe em I embrace em
I let her feed me chugging Henny down no chaser
When I was down she ain't help me up
Now i'm finding some comfort inside double cup
Want see all of my niggas inside a Bentley truck
To busy fucking on bitches I do not give a fuck
Put my heart up on some ice I fell like rod wave
Told my momma and my daddy I'ma change the game
Had to whoop a nigga ass I feel like Pootie Tang
Fell in love with that double cup feel like Lil Wayne
Don't hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
Don't Hate the player hate the game
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Writer(s): Corban Dye
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