Dubb - Married To The Game lyrics

[Produced by Boi-1da] [Verse 1: Game] I do, I'm getting married in this motherf**er See that black Ghost? It's getting scary in this motherf**er Sittin' on a hill son, Keri in this motherf**er Red guts, popped a cherry in this motherf**er I got that White boy, Barry in this motherf**er And I got Homes n***a, Larry in this motherf**er See you on them cameras, Jason Terry in this motherf**er If gay is happy, I'm Tyler Perry in this motherf**er House on the water, need a ferry to this motherf**er And I got cheese, thinkin' dairy in this motherf**er More gold bottles than you can carry in this motherf**er Peach Ciroc, Red Berry in this motherf**er Let me see you shake it for a real n***a She gone think she in a fairy tale once that pill hit her Even though she out of her mind, I'mma deal with her Might let Drizzy Drake, French, and Meek Mill hit her [Hook: Sam Hook] I met her, f**ed her, fell in love with her Left her, came back, still in love with her She is married to the Game I said I met her, f**ed her, fell in love with her Left her, came back, still in love with her She is married to the Game Married to the Game, married to the Game [Verse 2: French Montana] Married to the Game n***a Got them Birds, Larry in this motherf**er OG eyes, Terry in the motherf**er And you know we legendary in this motherf**er Doors suicide, Hail Mary in this motherf**er Montana, ask a motherf**er Show you why I live you need a dictionary out this motherf**er Yeah, n***as hating out this motherf**er Got the glove on, Gary in this motherf**er Delonte West, motherf**er f**in' with Game in the west, like a motherf**er Even though shorty crazy, might deal with her Might like Drake, Game, Meek hit her, Montana [Hook: Sam Hook] [Verse 3: DUBB] LA on my back, I'm tired of carryin' this motherf**er n***as chasin' rats, Tom & Jerry in this motherf**er Long nose revolver, Dirty Harry in this motherf**er Way a n***a drew, you'd think Carey this motherf**er Game and French k**ed it but I'm buryin' this motherf**er First off the label, January in this motherf**er, n***a You get Shmurda'd in this motherf**er At this park, get k**ed over a burger in this motherf**er Get away car, a n***a swervin' in this motherf**er Mom's kicked me out, a n***a servin' in this motherf**er Beard and a chopper, need a turban in this motherf**er Put you on Iceman, George Gervin in this motherf**er Out of Cognac, I'm sippin' Bourban in this motherf**er Enemies trippin' in black Surburbans in this motherf**er Power steerin' gone, how I'm turnin in this motherf**er? Intercepting hoes, Richard Sherman in this motherf**er [Hook] [Outro]