J Spades - Rap Game lyrics

rate me

Rap game fucked up

What? fuck the thing you got rap for

Crack game fucked up,

Fuck the things you got trapped on

Rap game fucked up

What? fuck the thing you got rap for

Crack game fucked up,

Fuck the things you got trapped on

They call me J Spades I know little nigga

they don't talk about me you little niggas

my younger sip on that licka nigga

them bullets might start..nigga

got the flow you ain't sicka nigga,

tell the truth, I'll be sick of niggas,

always talking about flippin,

well your flip-flops you sleepin nigga,

you all getting money then all do that

wippin up dubs, to bedroom flap for real,

I don't stress to block,

pray that the cops don't arrrest you God

oh god, nigga on the other side talking shit,

talking lining..one

all my niggas over here will be kicking up your front doorrolling guns car.

Hook:

Rap game fucked up

What? fuck the thing you got rap for

Crack game fucked up,

Fuck the things you got trapped on

Rap game fucked up

What? fuck the thing you got rap for

Crack game fucked up,

Fuck the things you got trapped on

See the fins I was looking for

After roman road, I'm living both

know eat pills I don't sniff on..

Pour the Hennessy and mix of..

Tell them on the way like ship and boat

whole club jumping like skipping road,

No skinny bitches we want the thickest hoes

Hello, I ain't kissing that though!

it's to the hotel that's dicking her..

after that go back and after..

then after that, back 4 number show

..about that life,

but your niggas over here

will be kicking off your front door,

rolling with guns car.

[Hook:]

Thanks to Jalon for correcting these lyrics