Текст Boonk Gang – Think It’s A Game

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Think it’s a game, put a gun to your head
Broke niggas beef, rich niggas get bread
I don’t get sleep, get money instead

I got racks, whole lot of racks
That’s why I sag, my pockets fat
Bitch got a tongue ring, suckin’ my dick
Oh yeah, keep going, ’cause I like it like that
I got cases on cases, I’m never making a statement
Y’all niggas claiming y’all real but stay in police’s faces
Trip, why would I trip?
I got drip, whole lot of drip
Everybody know that I stay with a bad bitch
They like, «Damn Boonk Gang, you a pimp»
I’m in my bag, yeah, I’m not no crab, yeah
‘Cause when I eat, my niggas eat, and that’s a fact, yeah

Think it’s a game, put a gun to your head