Showing posts with label The Game. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Game. Show all posts

Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Game - She Wanna Have My Baby (feat. Trey Songz) Lyrics

The Game - She Wanna Have My Baby (feat. Trey Songz) LyricsThe Game - She Wanna Have My Baby (feat. Trey Songz) Lyrics

[Trey Songz]
Le’gggo
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh

[Game - Verse 1]
Everybody f-cking Amber Rose
Is the p-ssy good? Only Kanye/Cameron knows
And who this Tami hoe telling me and Trey shooting a video
In a month and she can get a cameo
SMH TTM five star we be them
LOL hide my bbm aint got my bbm
Lou Vuiton he be in ‘tron got em queasy and
My Money aint Young thats my nigga Lil’ Weezy and ‘em
I keep one rolled like Wiz Khalifa and ‘em
Got some college hoes what wanna smoke a swisha sweet with him
They aint no Lauren Londons but they got that Megan Good
They use that Photoshop to get their ass up out the hood
And its all good with us niggas mayne
I said its all good cause I’m a trigger man
Yeah she said she wanna have Jayceon kid
I told that bitch you better off with Jason kid

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a f-ck I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she tryna have my baby

[Game - Verse 2]
How many bitches in the club just to f-ck a platinum rapper
Poking microscopic holes into the Magnum rappers
Hoping on the dick but I aint throwing carrots at ya
You aint gon’ Worldstar me I aint your average rapper
You drinking all the Goose then bitch I aint finna pay
You don’t look like your Twitter avatar anyway
Bitch you look like an Avatar anyway
And thats the same bitch that was stalking Fab’ aint it Trey? (Yup)
And this is how I know you’re giving free head
If you was getting paid, the bottom of your shoe would be red
But it aint, she claiming she a saint
But as soon she see Dwight she go hard in the paint
But her girlfriend the type you wanna take home
Throw a little Drake on it really shouldn’t take long
Then she told me that she wanna meet Trey Songz
I told that bitch strip and start singing all Trey song’s
[The Game - She Wanna Have My Baby (feat. Trey Songz) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

Chorus

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a f-ck I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she tryna have my baby

The Game - Pot Of Gold (feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics

The Game - Pot Of Gold (feat. Chris Brown) LyricsThe Game - Pot Of Gold (feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Though the spotlight
Is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home
I miss the days, when, life was simple
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow
In search of the pot of gold
(Woah woah)
In search of the pot of gold

[Verse 1]
There’s a mother out there right now
About to have the next LeBron
Searchin’ for a pot of gold like a leprechaun
They say death comes in threes
Who’s next in line?
And I just lost a best friend for the second time
Now I’m on a quest to find peace
Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when it’s reppin’ time
Y’all don’t understand, I’m misunderstood
Give Interscope 2 more albums then I’m done for good
Sold 10 million records, ain’t leave the hood
It’s a cold world everybody need a hood
And everybody doin’ time stay headstrong
You still got a chance to live
Even though you’re dead wrong

[Chorus]
Though the spotlight
Is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home
I miss the days, when, life was simple
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow
In search of the pot of gold
(Woah woah)
In search of the pot of gold

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be
It’s hard to get myself to do things that ain’t me
And y’all should thank me
But my haters busy tryna send me home early
But you can’t New Orleans saint me
I ain’t a saint B, I ain’t a god God
I ain’t an angel neither but I try hard y’all
I’m lightin’ up for all my soldiers at war
As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall
Wayne just came home
And Tip back on the yard dog
Guess Pujols ain’t the only one playin’ hard ball
[The Game - Pot Of Gold (feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Chorus (x2)]
Though the spotlight
Is not for me
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home
I miss the days, when, life was simple
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow
In search of the pot of gold
(Woah woah)
In search of the pot of gold