Alpoko Don - Married to the Game lyrics

[Intro] This b**h trying to tell me to leave the streets homie But I love this little horny hooker here Alright [Hook] You keep asking me to get up out these streets And leave this game alone forever I keep telling you (alright) I'm married to this game, and I'm gone love my b**h forever You got to be crazy Like I'm leaving the game in the streets where it made me I've shed blood and plenty tears in these streets You telling me to leave them how the f** you gonna eat? Love you to d**h, I f**ed the streets before I met you f**ed both of y'all at once, the game need s** too I'm only being real lil' momma that's all I know I'm gripping wood, Dada moving a lot of snow I'm talking lot of coke, bookoo banana boats Blowing on that cutie of fruity tasting like cantaloupe Up state got them cup cakes Got them white and them tan gray things Call it duct tape Dada for real for real, y'all n***as stuck fake I'm a blind man, don't got to see to touch weight 8-6-4 got eight brick full Fifteen a piece, give me one twenty and go The Remy the scope, plenty of hoes and plenty of coke Pop pills, dump (?) plenty of smoke The game my wife that's my reason homie The game f**ing everybody but I don't care if she cheating on me [Hook] Okay, they say I changed on 'em Didn't keep it real on 'em f** change Dada hundred dollar bills on 'em Copped the pretty coupe and put some big wheels on it Pretty doors up like my car got big ears on it It's real homie its gutter I hope your listening I remember a time when Dada didn't have no pot to piss in Alpoko Don got a mission for stripping flipping Arrest my Pyrex and they told me to turn my wrist in I'm talking numbers, pure cash man My trap bump like I tried to shave on some bad skin Dada on everything, plus I'm getting plenty mail All y'all can say is damn Dada well wheny well Caramel coupe, candy sweat and raising sand Chocolate seats and wood grain that's how I look like Raisin Bran I play the game, blow you stay high like raise your hands Packed the streets with my music so now I'm raising grands I got a crazy plan, more stupid with Asian bands I made (?) see c**aine really made my hands Amazing man, mister Don Dada Dada I am Alpoko Don, Don Dada hotter than d**h of sand I switched the paint (?) to (?) I sit that b**h on my 30's and then I ghost frame the Chinese letters [Hook] Somebody better grab me,but they gone let me loose Been up six days straight hustling, smelling like a moose When I came back through I copy your fruity coupe Wiggle my dick in the b**hes mouth and knock loose a tooth Y'all see me pushing through Kissing on the kush and goose Dropping birds in the water, call that chicken noodle soup Dada ain't your usual, partner my swagger beautiful Blowing like a trumpet, the reefer smelling like poodle poo Chevy sitting pitiful, 30's on my vehicle Drop black and white with the stripes, I call it Beetlejuice Homie if I beef with you, know what the heater do Better go to church, I'll leave you holier than a preacher suit Y'all n***as faking, Dada's a full goon I'm leaning off that kush and high as a full moon I'm getting the crazy paper for moving the crazy powder In the club with more bottles than 30 baby showers I got so much money I'm buying money I got a mil in my homie, homie I'm crying money Your girl started like the Don Got her a** bent over like she hiking a ball Don't like me at all, hustler my team major Give me four (?) baby I'll whip you to a teenager [Hook]