Ali Bomaye Lyrics

The Game

Jesus Piece

Lyrics to Ali Bomaye
Ali Bomaye Video:
Featuring 2 Chainz & Rick Ross

[Intro: Game]
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up, fuck you sayin bro?
cause im a black man, in the phatom
or is it cause my windows tinted
car cost 300 thous and I blow endo in it (2 Chainz)
You mad cause your daughter fucked with me on Spring break
Well, I'ma fuck her til the springs break

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Wow Roll another one cause I'm winnin
And my four door looking really photogenic
Jam ‘em on the tire, in threads won't expire
I'm in the class of my own and all my teacher got fired
Money getting long pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3 thousand
From the p houses, did it from the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweat and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy you bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
uh, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

[Verse 2: Game]
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Cuz my belt got two G's on , And her belt got two C's on
And my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans n like Baltimore, come to compton you'll see murder
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got coats in that glass jar
bitch go turn on them burners
got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail,
you a bitch nigga, no female
I smack niggas, Spreewell
Im on the block like D12, I got the white no d12
I'm like a litte nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
thats real shit, no Will Smith and no nonegate,
but they yellin

[Hook]
Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye!
thank God, that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye!
got a chopper and a bomb
fuck it let them spray

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I take my case to trial, hire the dream team
Robby Kardashian, Johnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
inhale smoke, Haiwian tree bark
Humble yourself, your not a G
keep it one with yourself, running niggas for help,
favors, I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lazers, swing it just like the majors
hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes sellin for less, I call them bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
on the road to riches, bitches now taggin along

[Verse 4: Game]
Leslie ass in a thong, hit that ass when I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashen the chrome
I'm waiving the tek, titty sprayin the mack
its thin does in the backon my level
I got a bitch who liooks like Laila Ali, sittin in my lap
got a call for skateboard, pick em up at LAX
speakin skateboards, where Tune at?
fuck with him, I break your skateboard on a nigga back (2 Chainz)

[Verse 5: 2 Chainz & Game]
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, no lie, I already got a black
mama got a house, daughter got accounts
just to think a nigga like me started with an ounce
bad bitches and D-Boyz we bring em out
if them niggas pussy, we gush them, we clean em out
this the voice of ghetto intelligence
if you got work go to work, dont work at your residence for presidents

[Game]
Word to Muhammed that triple beam is devil sent
ridin through the jungles in that mother fuckin elephant
that's a grey Ghost, with big ears on it
swimming through the hood like it got fears on it (tell em)
You know I got that work on a Foreman grill
wave those mother fuckers in ate another meal
got a nigga feelin like Cashius Clay
thrilla in manilla nigga wont it whoop his ass today

[Hook]
Songwriters: FOREST, BYRON KEITH II / TAYLOR, JAYCEON / JORDAN, MAURICE / BENTON, STANLEY BERNARD / ROBERTS, WILLIAM / EPPS, TAUHEED / WELCH, FLORENCE LEONTINE MARY / EPWORTH, PAUL RICHARD
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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