Miles Brice - k**ing The Game (Feat. Supa B) (Prod. Miles Brice Musik) lyrics

[Hook] We don't stop 'till the world stops (turning) We on a roll gotta keep the kush (burning) You know how it goes, can't stop us Boy we on the road, on the road You smell that freedom baby We pulling up on some pretty ladies You know just how it goes, I'm on the dark side don't save me [Verse 1]: (Dude Madison) 20 miles a minute, swimming in it like Venice Women on us like layers, the trident gave them incentive Benefit for the children, I spend the money in millions, if I only had a million, I would throw a catillion Biddies screaming out ILY, stacking the seventh figure 711 chilling, I'm gaudier than Godzilla It's mardigras celebration, holy for goodness saken She bathing without a suit, oh lord I must be mistaken She jamaican me crazy, took a boat on the water Pulling over the waiter, best be taking my order Imma order the orderves, then I'm crossing the border Cause they love me in cuba, and costa, and in menorca Bubbly in jacuzzi, can u pa** me my snorkle, it's another dimension I'm stepping right through the portal You can't top yours truly, why I'm k**ing the game [Hook] [Verse 2]: Supa B Ok, literally speaking I'm a beast and I'm feasting On every literature thesis, I promise there is no weakness I been hard since the fetus You probably hardly conceited That this is all about freedom And I am all about feeding my family first Money, money money, Jesus tell me, who is worse? The n***a that pretend or the one that lie in a Herse? The game is to be sold so I spit it in a verse My name is Supa B and I am on a blood thirst! Wilin, Howlin. At the full moon on the tombstone growling At these hating hoes that be out dream crowding And I will never stop until I reproduce in thousands While Versace certain trousers mean nothing to the faucet of life I pray that my wrongs turn right before night While he who hustle hard shall be exposed to light We k**ing the game without a fight like AGH!