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Think It's A Game DJ Lavish Lee Yeah, ayy, uh Yeah Look, the way that ice wrapped 'round my wrist, you'd think my shit hurt Remember sellin' dimebags for a nickel If they ain't from over here, you know bro 'nem might strip them Could you believe I came up rappin' on instrumentals? One hand on my pistol, money on my mental I like bitches with dimples, with piercings in their nipples Smoke a zip with Milk Dud, then eat you like a Milk Dud Bitch, I need my dick rubbed, then you just might get up Remember trappin' in them hallways just to get up Now my house got long hallways and elevators Yeah, we used to hit shit up, used to get your shit tucked Look, thought we weren't gon' pull up (Yeah) Now you niggas shook up (Yeah) Used to wonder how a million dollars feel Now my mama got a million dollar crib Look, used to see where we grew up Used to dream, Martin Luther Sing to her like I'm Luther, growin' pain, but we grew up Know they hatin', we gon' do us, at The Flame at like two somethin' Know we came with 'bout two somethin', Glock 40, I got two of 'em SongtexteMy palms itchin' too, mom, I went and got my crew some On a lot of pain pills, man, I swear I'm too numb, yeah Stiff on a bitch, on my dick she left her lipstick Whole lot of drank, we on meds like I'm too sick Shout out Gudda, bitch, we goin' in like it's past six Try and take, three, two, one, blast it I got a bitch in south Florida, she get nasty I ain't gon' lie, she too fire, she do mad tricks And when we fly, when we land, we do mansion (We got paper now, nigga) Private party, you can't even get your man in Girl, why you teasin'? Why you sleepin' with your panties? Girl, I'm tryna eat you, tryna treat you like some candy Look, treat you like we married (Stop playin') And yeah, that dress looks good, but even better when you ain't wearin' it Uh, used to wonder how a million dollars feel Now my mama got a million dollar crib Look, used to see where we grew up All my life, shit been screwed up Court cases, they locked Ju up Free Canon and Lil' Q-Dog They court and he gon' do y'all I can't keep missin' their calls Gotta get 'em a new phone I pray that they all call home Give a fuck... Give a fuck... I swear I can't wait 'til we ain't gotta hurt no more Oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Used to wonder how a million dollars feel Now my mama got a million dollar crib (Million dollar crib) We made it, made it far They never knew that we had it in our heart Used to wonder how a million dollars feel Aus Songtexte Mania