Game is what they spit weather wrong or right
Some say sweet nothings and be gone by night
Others more subtle, give strong advice
And all the rest seem to be drawn by hype.
I think women have more game than men
These broads aint joking, cuz they aim to win
Shawty foul out, and put the blame on him
And the whole time, she tryna bang his friend.
Nobody ever said that the game was fair
Stroking ego's like a brush do with traning hair
Cuz nobody really plays the game to share
You can move your feet, aint no names on the chair.
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