The Game - Love Me No More (Remix) lyrics

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The Game - Love Me No More (Remix) lyrics

[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 sh** 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'f**a push that GT Then you what, I'm a come back for the n***as need to be reached for It's a problem tryna take that from me You n***as is slippin Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh I hear the streets talking funny sh** 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 n***a 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 b**hes 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'f**a 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 d**h 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 j**ellers new year n***a outta lame ya sh**, gets chewed up get em And I'm tryna k** the pain with like two s*uts 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 n***a 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'f**a push that GT It's a problem tryna take that from me Cause I'm packin heavy metal

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