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Married to the Game Video (MV)




Performed By: Trey Davis
Length: 2:39
Written by: Trey Davis




Trey Davis - Married to the Game Lyrics
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Now a days writing every day no days off
If my dream go A Wall
That'll sting like Paint ball. Shit
Iittle nigga with a big heart
I feel like a Bull Dog
Walk a mile in my shoes
Bet you wana take ya shoes off
Tired of living in the hood tho
These days i just need alone time and good smoke
Best friends and good jokes
Had a dream that my dream was so close I could touch it
Talk to me I got the sauce you want ketchup or mustard
That's okay ya keep Henny i got a personal Taylor Port
Competition don't see too many
In my bag like Santa Clause
One chance on this earth when times up it's all gone
Growing up in a war zone
It's going Down like Jaw Bones
From the heart this don't need a hook f*ck around be ya favorite song
I don't play when it come to rap hop In the booth & i turn it on
I could put that on God baby I work hard to the break of dawn
F*ck hoes they too much
How they on my dick i could make a porn
Ima show ya what I'm all about
Gunz blazing how I'm going out
But they can't kill my spirit like a mf haunted house
Music is my calling
I finally answered the phone
Its like a now a days everybody wana short cut
Amber Rose
Standup for what i believe
I don't care if i stand alone
F*ck a politician too they was never in the hood like Trader Joe's
Gotta few day ones behind me rooting for me like way to go
Call me Volcano boy
I spit hot shit and make it flow
These rap niggas even close
Nasty wit it like i ate a roach
I ain't balling like Jaylen Rose
But talk money or I'm saying no
I was not one with all the friends
Same crew when it all begin
Love my brothers to the end of the road we went from Boyz 2 Men
Davis
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Now a days writing every day no days off
If my dream go A Wall
That'll sting like Paint ball. Shit
Iittle nigga with a big heart
I feel like a Bull Dog
Walk a mile in my shoes
Bet you wana take ya shoes off
Tired of living in the hood tho
These days i just need alone time and good smoke
Best friends and good jokes
Had a dream that my dream was so close I could touch it
Talk to me I got the sauce you want ketchup or mustard
That's okay ya keep Henny i got a personal Taylor Port
Competition don't see too many
In my bag like Santa Clause
One chance on this earth when times up it's all gone
Growing up in a war zone
It's going Down like Jaw Bones
From the heart this don't need a hook f*ck around be ya favorite song
I don't play when it come to rap hop In the booth & i turn it on
I could put that on God baby I work hard to the break of dawn
F*ck hoes they too much
How they on my dick i could make a porn
Ima show ya what I'm all about
Gunz blazing how I'm going out
But they can't kill my spirit like a mf haunted house
Music is my calling
I finally answered the phone
Its like a now a days everybody wana short cut
Amber Rose
Standup for what i believe
I don't care if i stand alone
F*ck a politician too they was never in the hood like Trader Joe's
Gotta few day ones behind me rooting for me like way to go
Call me Volcano boy
I spit hot shit and make it flow
These rap niggas even close
Nasty wit it like i ate a roach
I ain't balling like Jaylen Rose
But talk money or I'm saying no
I was not one with all the friends
Same crew when it all begin
Love my brothers to the end of the road we went from Boyz 2 Men
Davis
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Writer: Trey Davis
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