Text Písně: Love Me No More (ft. Jim Jones) - The Game

[Chorus:]
Now how u gon´ tell me you don´t love me no more (How you gon´ tell me that?)
Cause I´m out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my Momma a crib (Shit don´t even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the Hood talkin bout they don´t need me no more
(What´chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I´m a get out)
Cause a mu´fucka push that GT
(Then you what, I´m a come back for the niggas need to be reached for)
It´s a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin)
Cause I´m packin heavy metal uhhuh

I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I´m a keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin´ in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or I´ll beam em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when it´s cheque signing time (okay)
It´s Tito Borough when it´s jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The xxxxxxx funny I´m talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York´s chilly nights (that´s right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world´s apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)

[Chorus:]
Now how u gon´ tell me you don´t love me no more (hoe you gon´ tell me that
Cause I´m out here getting this bread (you hatin on this paper chase)
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood Talkin bout they don´t need me no more
Cause a mu´fucka push that GT
It´s a problem tryna take that from me
Cause I´m packin (Jones) heavy metal uhhuh

Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was let´s do it (kid)
Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who´s next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewellers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I´m tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what´s up baby)
Use to say money ain´t a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money´s everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did love go? (where)
And where does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin´ grudges on how they receive us (fa sho)
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug Nigga whip the forein features (ballin)
Secretary´s that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you free us
I need money!

[Chorus:]
Now how u gon´ tell me you don´t love me no more
Cause I´m out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood talkin bout they don´t need me no more
Cause a mu´fucka push that GT
It´s a problem tryna take that from me
Cause I´m packin heavy metal

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