The Game - Ashed To Ashes lyrics

rate me

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