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Charge It to the Game Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dillon Cooper]

Pull up in the candy painted Caddy
Yeah I'm feelin gold
NEW YORK CITY daily c***fers

We smoke like some Seminoles

Never do I ever put the p**** on a pedestal

Get it wet and let it rain

Say I'm cold

I let it snow

Momma told me count my money

Two times just to double check

If it's short you're catchin wreck

Judo chop you in your neck

R-A-D We be the set

No time for pseudo fools yo

Yep my aura glowin
Youre magnetized
To my lavish soul

THAT'S protocol
If you didn't know
Ya foolish ho

Dash just copped 2 bottles of that Dusse so we Finna go

(Yuu Feel Me Bro)??

Got a zippy for the lo...
Of that OOK
My Guy..

Indigo soul
Don't f*** with the blow
Furious
Say you sus
Then yoU food my Guy?

(That's Real s***)
Ya Feel Me?

Got a bad b****
That I met on tour

Suck my d*** real good....

Grow her own weed...

Understand her role know to keep it LowKey

Bottom b****
Eyes Of The World
f*** that n****
Got eyes on your girl

That's that Pimp s*** boy
You Elliot Spitzer

I own yo b****
Call me Jason Itzler

[Chorus 1: Dillon Cooper]

Charge it to the game
If I took her
I ain't meant to
I ain't tryna wife her up
I just call her when I need to
Charge it to the Game
I ain't pay for half the s*** I wearin
Looking n***** always staring
Man I still ain't never caring

Charge it to the game
Woooah
Wooooah
Woooah
Woooah (repeat 3x)

Woah Woah
You don't even know

[Verse 2: Dillon Cooper]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out when they move they lips

Some foolish s***
I just play it cool
Like Ferris Beuller kid
(Uuh)

Boom I'm the bomb
Boutta blow this s*** up

Tell her break it down
Shawty roll that s*** up
Weed smoke sour diesel
Eyes low got me looking
Like A chino

Royal 1s kicks
I'm a king
Asian shawtys named Ming
Ball up n**** my
Jeans is balmain

Since day 1 I Been
Off the chain

Catch that fade
If you want

Come correct
My uppercut
Attention deficit
Stone cold stunner
3:16
Give them nightmares
n***** wish they had dreams

WuTang Told me get that cream proper

Brooklyn n*****
Style of a Shotta

Cooper n**** crown heights
Killa gotcha

Got them hiding all they
b****** In The closet

Telling their man
That it's girls Night

But she's in my crib my
Getting it poppin'

Shes a nympho
All she need is that InDo

You feel me bro?

She love me cause I'm RAD
Lungs green
Off that THC
n***** know I stay F-L-Y
Til I D-I-E
Raptor on my chest that P-H-C
Steeze O-D
Yound Zeus
G-O-D
Super saiyan
Of that smoke
I go D-B-Z
Coop Killa
Told y'all
That I got the key
Break banks down n***** ain't stoppin me
Pay up

[Chorus 2: Dillon Cooper]

Charge it to the game
If I took her
I ain't meant to
I ain't tryna wife her up
I just call her when I need to

Charge it to the Game
I ain't pay for half the s*** I'm wearin
Looking n***** always staring
Man I still ain't never caring

Charge it to the game
Woooah
Wooooah
Woooah
Woooah (repeat 3x)

Woah Woah
You don't even know
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