Game Over Lyrics

Yeah

Ya'll ever met a nigga, that was just down with the fucking get-down

Met this nigga named Shawn wore baccarat cologne

Fresh as hell, wrist flooded knew the game put me on

Moved work down south, zipped, sealed and sent out

Feds was on him no doubt new crib re-route

Got a house in Calabasas no bitch no distractions

Gave me everything I wanted solid nigga no asking

Took me on trips, I mean all over the world

Shoppings sprees, big VV'S, Balenci's for all my girls

Real street hood nigga the bond was strong

Big dick, money long, bounced me like ping pong

I mean everyday was Valentines, every night was Christmas

So i had to fuck him good like it was nobody business

Then it was over

I told him to come over

Pretty natural bitch, smack my ass bend me over

Rode it like a rodeo fucked him on the sofa

Nut all in his grill call that a meal

Game over

Had a nigga named P cigar lounge, south beach

6'2 200 pounds moved like a black sheep

We used to kick it have some laughs

Bought me drinks grabbed my ass

Vibe was right i couldn't pass

Enjoying shit while it last

Crazy baby momma drama, she couldn't let him go

Bitch was lost, no goals it be hard when thats all you know

Overtime we would kick it, then shit just got conflicted

Cause she would call and go ballistic

From stalking to in his mentions

Thought that would make me leave I had a fetish to please

He ate my pussy real good, doggy style on his knees

She popped up one day outside in a rage

In the window where he stayed and discovered me on his face

Then it was over

I told him to come over

Pretty natural bitch smack my ass bend me over

Rode it like a rodeo fucked him on the sofa

Nut all in his grill call that a meal

Game over

Is you full nigga

Yeah, Eat that shit up

I ain't fucking playing with you

Real bitches do real shit baby