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GG sports, it's in the game Ain't no pillow talkers in the game He's a dork, he's a lame No you can't hang with the gang if you ain't gang Boy, I know it, know it, know it You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin' Ring, ring, what's on my line? Girl, it's that, money, I swear it call all the time Bang, bang! What's that? - My gun I up this muthafuckin' blow it boy, better make it, run Ding ding, what's that? A pizza pie? If it's an enemy then I won't be surprised Ding, ding, it's a friend in a disguise Nigga act like they with you, they out to get you - aahhh Smokin' on this chimney God, look at what you did to me I'm high these bitches be feelin' me Aye, aye GG sports, it's in the game Ain't no pillow talkers in the game He's a dork, he's a lame SongtexteNo you can't hang with the gang if you ain't gang Boy, I know it, know it, know it You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin' Take a picture, it'll last longer That lil lady got an ass on her Chief Sosa, he got that cash on him Call me Chief YC I got them racks, on racks, on racks on me Cloth, I be cuttin' 'em I just fronted you some money and you fuck it up Goons with me, money with me, take it, fuck you up Boy, you say that you's a gangsta, gotta look you up Buda, look at what you did to me Walked in the True Religion store, you know that I got plenty jeans Johnny Dang, look at what you did to me Walked up in the jewelry store, walk out like a damn mini freezer GG sports, it's in the game Ain't no pillow talkers in the game He's a dork, he's a lame No you can't hang with the gang if you ain't gang Boy, I know it, know it, know it You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin' Aus Songtexte Mania