The Curls - Mr. GAME AND WATCH Lyrics

Hello? Hello :)
(What's good, what's up)
Hello!
I know it's been a while
Ya, I know it's been a while
I'm just tryna make you smile
I know it's been a while, yah
I know it's been a while
I know it's been a while
(Ya, yuh)
Hello again, I hope you're fine
Balenciaga feeling mighty right
Ina all black fit on the latest night
Looking like I'm Mr. Game & Watch, I keep that hammer in my pocket, Ima let 'em fly
These bullets your demise
If I could choose someone else's life, I would choose mine like 100,000 times
I flew a bitch out from Los Angles
I can not f*ck with these bitches cause bitches be scandalous
Shorty think that she can handle it, so I dismantled it
F*ck, okay
Going so fast, I go fullest of throttles
I'm off the drugs like I'm Demi Lovato
Yo, when I get mad, I go straight to my grotto
And roll me a blunt while I chill with my models, okay
I treat bitches like cars; if I takes yours, is it a stolie?
I can't even tell time, why the f*ck did I get myself a muhf*cking Rollie
She claim she a child of God but, baby, it looks like you couldn't get any less holy
Baddie just landed from Italy, I think she into me, she wanted my ravioli
Show me what it means to live your life to the fullest (show me baby)
Back when we were teens, I would really take a bullet for you in my teeth
I would tell them "Go ahead and pull it"
But some time relieved my delusions; I was tripping, baby
I was tripping, FUCK
I don't know what I was thinking
I was hypnotized when your pussy had me slipping, baby (ayyy)
Addicted to Prada and Alexander 'Queen, I told some pussy I'm wearing their rent
Gory ideas inside of my head, I know me some people that needa bite cement
I think you need yourself God, 'cause it's not enough to only be be praying on Lent
You're posting that bitch and you know she a thot
Ha! How does that make any sense?
She looked at my dick and she told me she wanted to suck it
F*ck it
Don't tell your bestie we f*cking
I double- no, triple my money, it's nothing
You don't work at all so your money just plummets
I know me some people that fell from the summit
They weren't the same, I can see that they puppets
My flow is so royal, when I talk, there's trumpets
This shordy from London, she brought me some-
This percocet put me inside of a state of hysteria
Biting my flow, think they gave me malaria
How you so ass, you don't meet the criteria
Like I'm from HR, bitch, I'm your superior
I see you talking but, brodie, I'm really not hearing ya
Definitely not fearing ya
You was that guy I would take money from back inside of a muhfukin school cafeteria
Double A12 with a switch, bullets hit on your bitch if they talking that shit
It's gonn' hit on your lips and your chin and your wrist and I'll give you a kiss right on to your ribs
Lil' shorty, I'm going so brazy
Off of this pilly, amazing
RFD caught him a Haitian
Pussy lil' boy got some alc in his system and all of a sudden he's acting courageous (why?)
Hello again, I hope you're fine (hi, woah)
Balenciaga feeling mighty right (okay)
Ina all black fit on the latest night (ya)
Looking like I'm Mr. Game & Watch, I keep that hammer in my pocket, Ima let 'em fly
These bullets your demise ('kay)
If I could choose someone else's life, I would choose mine like 100,000 times
I flew a bitch out from Los Angles
I can not f*ck with these bitches cause bitches be scandalous
Shorty think that she can handle it, so I dismantled it
F*ck, okay (alright)
Going so fast, I go fullest of throttles
I'm off the drugs like I'm Demi Lovato
Yo, when I get mad, I go straight to my grotto
And roll me a blunt while I chill with my models, okay (okay)
I treat bitches like cars; if I takes yours, is it a stolie?
I can't even tell time, why the f*ck did I get myself a muhf*cking Rollie
She claim she a child of God but, baby, it looks like you couldn't get any less holy
Baddie just landed from Italy, I think she into me, she wanted my ravioli
(You wanna talk about underground? We done stepped in the spot-)