Change The Game Lyrics – The Game

Change The Game Lyrics by The Game ft. Ty Dolla $ign is latest English song with music also given by Hit-Boy. Change The Game song lyrics are written by Hit-Boy, The Game, Ty Dolla $ign.

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Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free
You’re now fu*kin’ with hit-boy and g.A.M.E
It’s dolla $ign in this mother-fu*ker (dolla $ign)
Wrist n!Gga, big tipper, quarter mil’, my wrist, n!Gga

It’s the numinati (b!Tches) move your body (this is)
The newest audi, gassin’ on the ‘shaw next to snoop and rowdy
(n!Ggas) movin’ oppy, so we in the coupe with shottys
And my n!Gga ye just pulled up in two bugattis
Don’t ask me how, these hit-boy classic sounds
Put the draco on my face, you can’t back me down
Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce
And b!Tches just like the blunts, they get passed around
Give me the chronic or the cookies, thе woods gon’ spark to it
N!Ggas tryna ride our wave, we bringin’ thе sharks to it
Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon’ bang in the dark to it
Brought the westside back, c-walk in the park to it
Game mode, ’bout to change my name to 3pacs, n!Gga
I’m like three pacs steppin’ in classic reeboks, n!Gga
We shoot ’til it’s empty, then we box n!Ggas
It’s like an r hangin’ from your neck when we roc n!Ggas

Don’t change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty dolla in this b!Tch
And we high, we ride in that impala with the clips
Don’t change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, n!Gga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, b!Tch getter, n!Gga

Still here, never left
Bandana on my right, nip tatted on my chest
Feel the hit-boy drums when they drummin’ on the west
Chronic smoke in her lungs got her rubbin’ on her breasts
What’s next? Pourin’ champagne on the rose
’bout to fu*k her in the rain ’til her nipples get cold, uh-huh
Numinati, put the ice on the gold
Got her livin’ out the birkin ’cause my life on the road
Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the dezzi
Get shot, I tell the block, “All dogs go to heaven”
I’m not gon’ stop, them tops is gon’ drop
The opps is gon’ rot, them guns is gon’ pop
Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level
On a show in a hellcat, I just shot the devil
Uh, drillmatic up and the bars comin’ from attica
I stopped smoking weed and I’m goin’ back to africa

Don’t change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty dolla in this b!Tch
And we high, we ride in that impala with the clips
Don’t change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, n!Gga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, b!Tch getter, n!Gga

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