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The Game - Limousine Dark Tints lyrics

Artist: The Game

album: Limousine Dark Tints


KS clans!
Postpone the time
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Run my name through the mud
All I did was show love
All you did was show up
Now I'm such a show-off
I'm just tryna show out
These niggas want clout
I was down for the count
You got all this mouth
Like you all the way 'bout
This went all the way south
I been all the way down
If you all the way down
Show me how it break down
Bounce
What you gotta say now
This ain't cap this a crown
I been up and around
Get this off of the ground
Did this all for the town
Want blessings look around
In too deep not to drown
Phocuz up I got now
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Riding through Compton in a Maybach
Butter soft seats laid back
And you know where the K at
Shit on my lap I make it go blat
I pull up and hop out
With a bad bitch
Yeah, she a knockout
I know you can't tell
'Cause she got the Glock out
Everything murdered out
Sitting on the dark tint
So round drum on a semi-
Nigga feeling like Clark Kent
Looking for hops
Twelve car caravan
We don't duck with the cops, nah
We just pull up in Benz-
And we get the job done
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Hey, hey
Eye-to-eye with the bosses
I'm not a stranger to the losses
My cup runneth got a faucet
Up and down I done lost it
Drought season I was flossing
Quarter mill that was last year
Cheap ticket like I'm frontier
I just gotta keep it real dawg
Three-Hundred no deal dawg
Really out in the field dawg
Money don't make you no realer-
Them straps don't make no killer
Then ya daughter she fuck with dope dealers-
Five-hundred off smoke nigga
They hearing my voice
It's hope nigga
Put me on the scale, I'm dope nigga
Gotta keep you some raid for the roach niggas
Hands-on I can coach niggas
Phil Jack yeah I'm legendary
Money bags need a truckload
Saying prayers in a dope hole
One mill, that's my new goal
Too solid, I can never fold
Such and such yeah I heard he told
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
I got snakes, I got friends
In a daze in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints
Stepping out on a whim
I don't know how to swim
Sharks in the deep end
In a daze, in the trench
In LA in the Benz
Limousine dark tints
Limousine dark tints
Magazine no prints

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