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LOVE OF THE GAME Video (MV)




Performed By: Ryan Bronson
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Ryan Bronson




Ryan Bronson - LOVE OF THE GAME Lyrics




For the love of the game, for the love of the game, for the love of the game, for the love
Of the game, for the love of the game, yeah More than, For the X and O's, I need extra
O's, decimals t, keep the weapon close, I can
Skip the court You know they love to make a spectacle

Out here chasin' clout, you gon' leave here on a stretcher
Hoe time is money, I can't fit you bums in my schedule
Money over fame, I put the funds up on the pedestal
Can't stomach all the f*ck shit, something wrong with his intestinal

Yo f*ck your only fans, come put your tongue up on my testicles
Then drop, drop, drop it like it's hot I'm the motherf*ckin' bully, I'm a problem
You can't stop Please don't wait until I'm dead for you to
Finally give me props Used to cook it up with Kato, had it fried

On the pot Murder everything let the scent death linger
Better close your eyes if you niggas is too squeamish
Niggas throwin' up, they set, pull out, twistin' a few fingers
I'm just here to set the tone, like I'm pickin' a new ringer

For the love of the game, For the love of the game
For the love of the game, For the love of the game
For the love of the game
Everyone a killer if you push em' to they limit I'm a wild out, never see me act timid

I come from the era where the rappers wear fitteds
Nowadays, everybody is a comment critic F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
Caught the balance off the beam, gettin' loose We in the jungle, I just put it in the juice
Doin' business in my skinny's, f*ck a suite I might dick her down if she act right

Might've been an outlaw in a past life In a limousine, gettin' blown like a bagpipe
I'ma send her to the guillotine if the bitch bite
Fist fight, no, the ball don't lie Six-foot-one, feelin' nine-foot-five
Dumpin' salt in my wounds would just season my fries

Ryan, why you do it after all this time?
For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game

For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game
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For the love of the game, for the love of the game, for the love of the game, for the love
Of the game, for the love of the game, yeah More than, For the X and O's, I need extra
O's, decimals t, keep the weapon close, I can
Skip the court You know they love to make a spectacle

Out here chasin' clout, you gon' leave here on a stretcher
Hoe time is money, I can't fit you bums in my schedule
Money over fame, I put the funds up on the pedestal
Can't stomach all the f*ck shit, something wrong with his intestinal

Yo f*ck your only fans, come put your tongue up on my testicles
Then drop, drop, drop it like it's hot I'm the motherf*ckin' bully, I'm a problem
You can't stop Please don't wait until I'm dead for you to
Finally give me props Used to cook it up with Kato, had it fried

On the pot Murder everything let the scent death linger
Better close your eyes if you niggas is too squeamish
Niggas throwin' up, they set, pull out, twistin' a few fingers
I'm just here to set the tone, like I'm pickin' a new ringer

For the love of the game, For the love of the game
For the love of the game, For the love of the game
For the love of the game
Everyone a killer if you push em' to they limit I'm a wild out, never see me act timid

I come from the era where the rappers wear fitteds
Nowadays, everybody is a comment critic F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
Caught the balance off the beam, gettin' loose We in the jungle, I just put it in the juice
Doin' business in my skinny's, f*ck a suite I might dick her down if she act right

Might've been an outlaw in a past life In a limousine, gettin' blown like a bagpipe
I'ma send her to the guillotine if the bitch bite
Fist fight, no, the ball don't lie Six-foot-one, feelin' nine-foot-five
Dumpin' salt in my wounds would just season my fries

Ryan, why you do it after all this time?
For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game

For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game
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Writer: Ryan Bronson
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