P-Dro - All A Game lyrics

[P-Dro] I get that p**y wetter than Wetter than, wetter than its ever been Weather man, get your damn umbrella man Rain shells, and look out for the hurri-can Blaze els, and watch out for the airplanes Ring bells but don't listen for the jingle Got married b**hes tryna f** like they single Text message read boy can't wait to meet you And greet you and see what that meat do No doubt I could make that p**y tingle Yeah, but don't hype this up Cuz a n***a might be struck by lightning If I ever think about makin her wifey That'll be, level 10 blasphemy You bother me and I'll wring you by ya collar B I know you see a n***a but my heart is hidden This is Fayettenam where atheists find religion When I cop the coupe I'll be flier than a pigeon Mothers cryin when they're sons come up missin Aw, but n***as thinkin that they raw It's levels to this sh** and yall stuck on number 4 And how you actin tough when I'm knockin at your door With that 4-4 pointed right at ya f**in who*e I wet em Her legs, f**in spread em Dive in a b**h cuz I get that p**y wetter Never press her, but tip her like a stripper Yeah all my n***as rippers Run sh** like I'm Hitler Don't talk sh** and run cuz them bullets runnin witcha Uh huh, and this is the anthem Throw a couple bands make her prance like I dancer She askin questions and my dick is the answer I leave the crib and come back to how I left her No stress bruh n***a get your racks up It's all a game first till them feds bustin at ya (at ya) [Hook] Hoes is hoes and b**hes choose Its all a game bruh winners win and losers lose Hoes is hoes and b**hes choose Its all a game bruh winners win and losers lose Hoes is hoes and b**hes choose Its all a game bruh winners win and losers lose [D. Rob] Live from the frozen beatbox in my chest If I wanted to be icey I'd just wear it round my neck Let it blind haters as I shine and do my thang Blang, watch it hang off my chain of events And build my alliance Cuz lil n***as dying Knock ya wrinkles out on the block, holdin' the iron sh** we from the ghetto, survival of the fittest Boy the shootin' don't get old I'm Malcolm in the middle Though I ain't a k**er talk sh**, and I will throw The hands with ya, handle n***as then I get low When I step outside Mama lookin from the window Hopin' that her boy get home it makes her sick yo Thoughts on my pillow, it's life you can handle it Live by the gun and you gone die laying next to it I live by the money hope I get the same benefits Mother Maria, all I want is a settlement Like Homer Smith when he built the chapel Hope I see the value in your words as they pa** through From your lips to my mind and vice versa Even though my words cut deep, like I'm a surgeon Have a seat at my table, get a full plate Of this, food for thought, I could feed y'all for days Through road blocks I blaze, you can't stop the drive Everyday I put work in a thousand ways to grind So by the time my dreams and reality collide I'll toast with the Jefferson's, eatin' pieces of the pie Adios to the days of us barely gettin' by Blowin' stacks, no we can't take it with us when we die Chase hoes or chase goals is the way that I see it I chase goals cuz the hoes only run when I beat it Case closed, and I only show love when I need it Change close then I'm ghost, hit the door when she sleepin I was raised better, but these b**hes come and go It's one for this stop and two more up the road She asked me what my name is I told her I'm Focused She asked me where I live and I told her in the moment [Hook] Hoes is hoes and b**hes choose It's all a game bruh winners win and losers lose Hoes is hoes and b**hes choose It's all a game bruh winners win and losers lose Hoes is hoes and b**hes choose It's all a game bruh winners win and losers lose Hoes is hoes and b**hes choose It's all a game bruh...