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Heaven's Arms

アーティスト:The Game 

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[Intro] [Hook: Game] Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you've been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven's arms) [Verse 1: Game] Gucci in my closet, pardon my head Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and shit Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits Dick must be good 'cause now she in Boston with bricks Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit Off with a ten, she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown Paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin' It's money so I ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano Nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas


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