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Game lyrics : "Heaven's Arms"

[Intro]

[Hook: Game]

Part the red sea and red Louis Vuittons, 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 %#@!

Off with your head, off with your (*##$
She offered me head, I offered her dick
Slip my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz

I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and %#@!
Freak (*##$ named Jada love them 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 %#@!
Off with a ten, she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch

Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister in Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin'
It's money so I ain't trippin', this bull%#@! get printed

Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailor, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, $#[email protected]' 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 huffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin' but illest paper and (*##$es for ^!$$%s I know

Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's
All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas
$#[email protected]' in that blue ?, the nose like Gonzo

Let a (*##$ get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes
Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, $#[email protected] a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo

Rolling purple like Harpo, (*##$es by the car low
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos, Santana
Now we in Magic, Atlanta

Wipin' Ciroq off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Game]
Kanye with Kim now, I'm happy for that ^!$$%

Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that ^!$$%
Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that ^!$$%
My brother been dead 20 years, nI'm trappin' for that ^!$$%

God Flow like Pusha and 'em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em
Splittin' Louisville Sluggers over and puttin' kush in 'em
Ain't forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them

Obama can't speak on it 'cause the government's shushin' him
But that's my ^!$$% though, still stackin' figures so
One day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though

I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them all dishes, yo, bull%#@!, thibodeaux
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go

Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I'm out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought I'd be legendary, but $#[email protected] it I'm in it so


[Hook]

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