Nba - Jay Storm

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(Bitch I’m in the game, Yeah that NBA)

Bitch I’m the game, like that NBA

Louis on my belt, gucci on my shades

I be making plays, Walter Peyton

(Damn)

You ain’t talking bands, ain’t no conversation

Niggas started hating, they see competition

Pull up in that Foreign, your bitch hop up in it

Lil storm feel like Popeye, I be smoking spinach

«Lil storm I won’t sign for less than seven figures

Ima smack her booty, I ‘ont need permission

I 'ont drink no Henny, purple all I’m sippin'

I been off the Xannies, gotta clean my system

Balling like I’m MJ, You just Scotty Pippen

Niggas press for bitches, I be pressed for hunnids

Niggas they be snakes, ain’t no anaconda

(I Can’t trust ‘em)

Ima get the booty, then forget to call her

Throw it, Ima hit it Just like Sammy Sosa

Bitch I’m in the game, like that NBA

I said it before, say that shit again

I can never lose, all I do is win

You ain’t getting Guap, nigga why pretend

Niggas they be actors just like Terence Hill

Shawty gave me brain, I guess she went to college

Summer, winter, spring, I ain’t never falling

Nigga I been grinding just like Matt Hoffman

See it and I buy it, i don’t check the price

If you can’t afford it Ima buy it twice

I’ve been taking chances, nigga roll a dice

Pull up in the ghost, that’s a poltergeist

Lil storm get yo bitch, oh she like my voice

Sippin lean its sweeter that’s some Chips Ahoy

Bitch I’m undefeated like that Nigga Floyd

Two IPhones trapping off a Droid

Bitch I’m the game, like the NBA

(Bitch!)

Aye

Yuh

Aye

Yuh

Aye

Bitch I’m the game, like the NBA

Louis on my belt, gucci on my shades

I be making plays, Walter Peyton

You ain’t talking bands, ain’t no conversation

Niggas started hating, don’t see competition

Pull up in that Foreign, your bitch hop up in it

Lil storm feel like Popeye, I be smoking spinach

«Lil storm I won’t sign for less than seven figures

(Bitch I need them bands)