Black Lab - GAME Lyrics

Hello
She got a shake like jello
I'm finna take this shot while she make it drop
Like a bass, no cello
Slide where the smoke hot
Ride with the doors locked
Y'all ain't with them fellows
Come here baby, hit this blunt
Like I hit that pump
From the back, she bellow
Hello
Might as left my cell home
I'm getting head while she under the desk
And the work I was doing is still on
Sell epinephrine 'cause I'm saving lives
With the way that I'm putting on pressure
I'll tell you now, you ever put my life in danger
Get put on a stretcher
I ain't just hop on a beat to be giving out lectures
Mami she might be a freak
But I didn't picture her calling me daddy professor
I'm honestly doing me
I tripped on her panties, fell over the dresser
And now I'm addicted to floor sex
And when I get up I'm gon' slip in the puddle
Like damn, babygirl this is your mess

Shorty she loving my game
Joystick with them titties, okay?
Ugh, she wanna ride on my face
Of course bitch, get to grinding away
Pop a dot, Mr. Pac Man
Call me Bowser, got your bitch
Single player, get a lap dance
Watch her back bend like a pitch
Roll around like a boss fight
My special move is a glitch
PaRappa Rapper with arthritis
This ice all on my wrist
Shorty she loving my game
Joystick with them titties, okay?
Ugh, she wanna ride on my face
Of course baby, but I'm bigger than this

Ayo
Wearing white kicks like Yayo
With the whole squad in the park after dark
With the dogs and we look like NATO
Shorty put it down on the ground
She malleable
Booty built like Playdough
I should get her facedown
But I wanna gaze in her face when I make that K.O
Ass go clap clap clap clap clap
'Cause she gon' give it up
I do a performance, shorties reaching for my forces
I'm 'bout to live it up
I level the courses
Sordid with it like some corpses
Sippin' that sippy cup
In the crib, I ain't your baby boy
If I'm eating, I'll put on a bib

Shorty she loving my game
Joystick with them titties, okay?
Ugh, she wanna ride on my face
Of course bitch, get to grinding away
Pop a dot, Mr. Pac Man
Call me Bowser, got your bitch
Single player, get a lap dance
Watch her back bend like a pitch
Roll around like a boss fight
My special move is a glitch
PaRappa Rapper with arthritis
This ice all on my wrist
Shorty she loving my game
Joystick with them titties, okay?
Ugh, she wanna ride on my face
Of course baby, but I'm bigger than this

Show up to put in the work
Tires go skirt
Shorty, she wearing one
Step out the shuttle, two bitches like perks
Taking one down and the second one scary numb
It just occurred to me, I been the greatest since birth
Women do not wanna marry one
This is the first song I'm telling you bitches to twerk
So put that ass down like you carry some
In the hotel she gon' hit a reverse
Back the shit up till she get to the curb
Leave it to Beaver to sleep with a TEC
Killin' niggas an addictive curse
I hope my Beamer it come with eject
So if you ain't riding, it's what you deserve
Baby don't bother to tell me I'm different
I swear that it's something I already heard

Shorty she loving my game
Joystick with them titties, okay?
Ugh, she wanna ride on my face
Of course bitch, get to grinding away
Pop a dot, Mr. Pac Man
Call me Bowser, got your bitch
Single player, get a lap dance
Watch her back bend like a pitch
Roll around like a boss fight
My special move is a glitch
PaRappa Rapper with arthritis
This ice all on my wrist
Shorty she loving my game
Joystick with them titties, okay?
Ugh, she wanna ride on my face
Of course baby, but I'm bigger than this