Kyrie Game 1 ft. K2Raxks Lyrics

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Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gentle Beats)

I done fell in love with shit you couldn't imagine (Designer)

Mary Jane up on my list, that's a bad bitch (Za)

I can only fuck with tens, nothing average (Oh, Oh)

SRT goin' fast, now I'm hittin' the gas

Yeah, she bad, let me tap damn yo your ass so fat

Yeah, they wasn't hoopin' today, yeah

I'm talkin' about the Mavs

Kyrie fucked around and threw the ball

Out of bounds (Like what was you doing bruh)

Kyrie, what the fuck you doin'?

We supposed to be the MVP

Fuck it, we gon' go next game, yeah, we better ball (I swear to gawd)

Yeah, she a bad bitch

She made me spend a check up at the mall

Iainteven trippin' fuckin' with bad bitches is a cost (Damn right)

Yeah, I am K2, yeah, they knew it

I was gon' be a boss

Yeah, I always lost

But I ain't really lose (It's all about how you take it bro)

Losin' is information

Yeah, you better use them tools (Yeah)

I was down bad, yeah I made a way

Yeah, I love this rappin' shit

But I just wanna get paid

Had a good heart

But I left it in the gutta (The fucks that's gon' get me)

I shoot a three that bih go in like some butter (Ballin')

She fuck with me, but I'ma pass her to my brudda

I'm MVP, yeah, I knew that from the start

She mad at me, cause I ain't want no relationship (Baby chill)

It's all cool, cause you still my baby still

I walk in the party, and know I'm still faded

She in my ear

Like K2, let's have a baby (Aw, hell nah)

I'm like, no, baby, I can't have no kid

But you could drop down on your knees and give me ten (Gawk gawk)

I told brodie, lets slide, hop in the Benz (Skkkrrrrrttttt)

Yeah, she bad as fuck, and she brought her friends

I don't fuck with niggas, please don't call me twin (Bitch I ain't yo twin)

I don't fuck with bitches, I can't play the ten

I feel like that I'm stuck, mind stuck up on these M's

I got fresh as fuck

I just put on Timbs (Fresh as fuck)

Yeah, I'm in New York, I'm hangin' with the Brims (Whoopty)

Yeah, I'm not slow

I'm just high as fuck (Damn I'm tweaking')

So take them panties off, baby, let's fuck

Don Julio, got me fucked up

Yeah, I fuck, she said she got hit by a mack truck

I done spent money on that bih, I brought a McDouble

Yeah, my mom knew I was bad

I was in school gettin' in trouble

Whole time, I was just a bad-ass kid

Lookin' for a lover

I can't work no 9 to 5, I said fuck is a double

Yeah, I'm done with this bitch-ass song

I'ma pass it to my brudda

We two different guys

That's why you could never be Y-K Don

You should've lied , cause these niggas phony

Can tell when I look in your eyes

These niggas fake they disguised, they got a mask Jim Carrey

You know how many careers I buried

And how many I made

So to me, all these niggas done

I might drop any day

And that day doomsday, niggas cap toupee

Shh, be quiet, I been fuckin' on his bae

Simply Lemonade, diamonds hitting Gucci Mane

Every Ville nigga not Jermaine

But they ain't fuckin' with Romain

So they can not get it with Don

Don Donna, for my niggas out west

I had way more, but with less

Seen Hollywood Heights before I went West

Made a classic with SSNIIPES like Wes

And I be with the Smiths like Wes

If you put me to it, I'ma pass the test

It's all about who is the best

I don't care, you can stack the deck

Boy I'm comin' like LeBron and Kyrie

Ain't no nigga out here can retire me

With this rap shit different times

And I'm all on her mind like a bonnet

All this greatness, I'm really behind it

Check the stats tell me who is declining

It won't be me

It won't be me, it won't be me

Y-K, Y-K,Y-K, Y-K Sway