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The Game - Ashed To Ashes Lyrics

Feat. Rick Ross

I got a house on my face, custom made glasses
lays on the heckla, ashes to ashes,
Valet the vessel
Known as an Aston,
The hoes give you ass homie, only in my absence
Well connected with gang members on both sets
Not the boss but get you popped like the Moet
My record sales could never reflect my respect
What god damn Def Jam for ever in debt
Money bags back and forth how carry it on
Tatted yeah, homies on my lawn, still I grieve for 'em
As I'm nailed to the crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside
nobody cares what I feel like, no
now it's six Xanax just to feel right, let's go
Perignon my glasses, toast to the competition
ashed to ashes

See the flyw orks . in the club, you know we got bottles
see the lambos out front, tell me we fucking models
spin wheel nigger shit you can pop it into phantom
making lane for the niggers that have never seen the leather
Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses
How you know yo all? Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road
like a snitch nigger body, let this motherfucker flow
Champaign in my glass feeling like a boss
I'm in love with a phantom like fuck what it coast
Louie duffle full of hundreds, dimes at a purple, keep it g cause that's me
These rap niggers speak urkle, survival of the fittest,
swimming in the dog seat world in my living room come and feed the sharks
put on for my city, oil woul fellow park, nigger rappers like New York
ain't nowhere to park
That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valee, head the game, watch it burn
give it up to khaled, aint no hatin bone in my body, nigger I salute you
You disrespect my hood I fuck around and shoot you
You got the well running round throwing up bees
Niggers saying su wu like they're fucking chinese
Ass ... when I'm blowing on embrace, topped down blow a smoke go to fucking interstate

See the bitches in the club, you know we got bottles
see the lambos out front, means we fucking models
spin wheel nigger shit you can pop it into ...
making lane for the niggers that have never seen the leather
Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses
How you know yo all? Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road
like a snitch nigger body, let this motherfucker flow.




Thanks to Marc for correcting these lyrics
 

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