Texty:
To Die For Passion Rules The Game

the ball of steel When passion rules the game I ain't got no control when my heart's in flame When passion rules the game I ain't got no control when

tryna get it straight, Cause I'm over here convinced that its too early for mistakes. Chorus: You had to change up the game, Oh the weather is not same

star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey (Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for '

It's based upon on how you burning incense With intents to school the infants The rules are different so for those that chose to listen It's a dice game

me, "Hey Nicki, your camp rules Is that why you get more head than shampoos?" Asalamalakum, no oink for me And I never let a D-boy boink for free 'Cause

***, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' *** Grab yo' ***, call yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass

t no hope for ya partner Joe, he broke the rules In the jungle if ya weak, we gotta smoke ya fool Ain't no love for motherfuckers who done crossed the

dough We don't call it Murder for nothin' (Murda, murda, murda) I'll send you on Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc Yeah, y'all see us It ain't a game, yeah Oh

See, I only lead in this game of entertainment Roth and Big Sean We on Finally Famous Chip Tha Ripper: Yea, now roll 10 of 'em up Fuck the rules we (