Gangsta Boo - Game Plan lyrics

(Laughter) [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Ey, the game is like this b**h why you gon' f** that n***a? He ain't gon' give you sh** But bubble gum and dick up in ya You gotta make 'em chase places (?) vodka Then hit the club and get real crunk And dance to tha Waka Flocka ... gun sound (Boom) And you can't get up on my team If you be groupie bound We do not play like that Even tho the game is serious ladies We gotta keep in mind First we beat some ladies baby You say you want the diamonds Why you want to sell it for gold That dick ain't golden That dick can get the f** up out my door I want the wify status Nothing that gets you baby mommies If it ain't beneficial It ain't less a ceremony I'mma put it like this You wanna give your p**y up like that? You gon' just be another b**h who he put on her back! [Hook: Gangsta Boo] 2x I called the time out Bring that a** to the b**h Circle up around me I'm your new coach b**h Now this da game plan This da Game Plan This da Game Plan This da Game Plan [Verse 2: T-Rock] Bring that a** back to the b**h ... since you need a coach I'm a manufacturer in this bizness Ain't no need to boast The sky is what I'm reachin' fo' I feel in heaven chiefin' dro This is double homicide ... So f** the fake looks on Facebook, we straight crooks We got the oppositions (?) rearranged in playbooks I'm a conquerer, burnin' up your thermometer You see this sh** we drop is hotter than candles at chanuka n***a [Verse 3: II Tone] Hoe you wanna be a star? Go and post up on Lamar I done been to jail, done seen the light Now my game be supertight I don't love a b**h, I don't trust a hoe Money ain't right but I got get a hoe Never affected put a b**h on her place Shawty get wrong, I'mma catch another case I'm sick of you b**hes that digging for riches f**in' with pimpin', you end up with stitchin' ... I pray for patience all the time for a funky s*ut I like to paper chase a hoe that'll lick my nuts [Hook: Gangsta Boo] 2x I called the time out Bring that a** to the b**h Circle up around me I'm your new coach b**h Now this da game plan This da Game Plan This da Game Plan This da Game Plan [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] BLAY! Infamous holdin' hostility I'm vanquishing all of my enemies I will concentrate all of my energy Eliminatin' you n***as that hinder me Give 'em the guillotine, I am a epitome Pick your poison, misery k**in' me So I have no problems with yo mammy in the black dress When the preacher and choir sing Scarecrow I have no ... keen Ma**acre every (?) on the scene Then I come to the the morgue and I get a (?) Mossberg will knock the damn shoes off your feet He land the bullets, the head like a (?) (?) murder and no sympathy Mockeries obsolete, the possibility is defeat Get your plasma (?) You wanna face this f**in beef I will not cease until you are deceased Forever war, that is no peace If I get some time for my war crimes I'd never be relieved Time is of the essence so evacuate your presence Launch from of this (?) Or you'll take the Smith & Wesson The smell of burning flesh, yes you can taste it on your tongue I put a bullet in your head the size of a damn thumb