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No Games Video (MV)




Performed By: Damon Neal & Trey Flowers
Language: English
Length: 1:29
Written by: Damon Neal




Damon Neal & Trey Flowers - No Games Lyrics




Ye

I got me some cash
I wanna go run up and get me some bands today
I won't finish last
Im high, we up now, dressing plain occasionally
Give me power, like rainy days
Finna slide, like rain on pavement
This a long way from the basement
Any money problems I'll erase em'
Tryna throw my Mama dead faces
Stay with a stick like a cavemen
I shoot like Larry Davis
If you want yo life, better save it
I got hella shit up on my plate
Like a ass thick like a steak
Gotta weed drought? Can't relate
We burning like Amazon baby
In my mind, I've been running so crazy
In my mind, I've been running it lately
Heard bout violence surrounding me lately
Pray my dogs can run it up safely
Run it back, that bitch is a safety
"All That" for my 90's babies
You mistaking, they jocking my cadence
I'm exposing the talent God gave me

Yessir
I be properly popping my shit
And y'all probably want me to quit
Yessir
I be stapled to money like Vince, we popping like banana clip
Yessir
My brothers be banging the fifth, like sax, but some of em' crip
Yessir
We up like a blimp
Yessir
We changing the temp
Yessir
I be properly popping my shit
And y'all probably want me to quit
Yessir
I be stapled to money like Vince, we popping like banana clip
Yessir
My brothers be banging the fifth, like sax, but some of em' crip
Yessir
We up like a blimp
Yessir
We changing the temp
Yessir
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Ye

I got me some cash
I wanna go run up and get me some bands today
I won't finish last
Im high, we up now, dressing plain occasionally
Give me power, like rainy days
Finna slide, like rain on pavement
This a long way from the basement
Any money problems I'll erase em'
Tryna throw my Mama dead faces
Stay with a stick like a cavemen
I shoot like Larry Davis
If you want yo life, better save it
I got hella shit up on my plate
Like a ass thick like a steak
Gotta weed drought? Can't relate
We burning like Amazon baby
In my mind, I've been running so crazy
In my mind, I've been running it lately
Heard bout violence surrounding me lately
Pray my dogs can run it up safely
Run it back, that bitch is a safety
"All That" for my 90's babies
You mistaking, they jocking my cadence
I'm exposing the talent God gave me

Yessir
I be properly popping my shit
And y'all probably want me to quit
Yessir
I be stapled to money like Vince, we popping like banana clip
Yessir
My brothers be banging the fifth, like sax, but some of em' crip
Yessir
We up like a blimp
Yessir
We changing the temp
Yessir
I be properly popping my shit
And y'all probably want me to quit
Yessir
I be stapled to money like Vince, we popping like banana clip
Yessir
My brothers be banging the fifth, like sax, but some of em' crip
Yessir
We up like a blimp
Yessir
We changing the temp
Yessir
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Writer: Damon Neal
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