Listen to Cell Games (feat. Santos Santana, Blake Basic & Drugsta) by Sadzilla, Prompto & B-Train

Cell Games (feat. Santos Santana, Blake Basic & Drugsta)

Sadzilla, Prompto & B-Train

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Sadzilla - Cell Games (Feat. Prompto, Santos Santana, B-Train, Blake Basic & Drugsta)

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sadzilla

Performer

Prompto

Performer

B-Train

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Lane

Christopher Lane

Songwriter

Lyrics

I decided to hold a very special martial arts tournament

Hahahahaha

And it shall be called... Cell Games

He look at me like he got sharingan (Sharingan)

I'ma pull back, yeah charge that hadoken

Meet me in the backyard

I don't play games, yeah

It's a tournament arc

Call that cell games, whoop

Kamehameha

I got some the big balls

Charge my spirit bomb

Turning yo bitch on

Like a light switch

Water in the ditch

I don't wanna hitch

Leave that shit to will smith

I do not miss

I'm a fucking medabot with a kabuto medal (Whoop)

You don't wanna fight yeah, you just wanna settle, uh

Cop a mask made of metal,

Call me daddy, I call his uncle the devil, uh

It's that metal trap melisha

Yo bitch named patricia

I don't mean to diss ya

But my bitch name medusa

She just wanna kiss ya'

She like when I diss ya'

We both gonna miss ya'

Better watch out

Bitch I kill these fools like cucaracha

Bust ya

Bitch I'm smoking ganja like it's nada

Faster

When I pull the trigger, I'm like sonic, mmh

Bitch I'm on codeine, no isotonic (Ah-ah)

Now the bullet in yo body (In yo body)

I can hear you scream, but I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)

Shorty going crazy, she on molly (She on molly)

Jaw locked looking like a zombie

It's tha tec nina

Drug dealer

Young hitta

Yung killa

Fast trigger, yeah

(Santos on tha block)

Santos on tha block, no Glock, issa tec, hoe

Yeah, one v one, hope you're ready for a fist fight

Hit you with a quick scope, jab him with the left, right

Take a step back and I'm screaming, boutta take flight

Holding all aggression, eyes white,

Taking out your lights (Night, night)

Night

See the sun, it went "Bye, bye" (Bye)

I'm the one, think about it

Get some insight (Yeah)

Blast on these fuckers, they won't last through the ruckus (Nah)

I'ma spazz through these suckas, final flash duck and cover

Like king of all sayians

God damn, I'm the man (I'm the man)

If you got a hot bitch, I'ma flip her in a pan (In a pan)

No gt or pg, yeah, I'm just being me (Being me)

Got the red ribbon, you can call me Android 13

Hello Zukerburg? I think I need a thumbs up

If not then I'll probably hit your ass with a nun chuck

Pull up to the party and your girl is looking star struck

Thinking that I'm trash but my girl has a dump truck

How'd I make it this far? I guess that it was dumb luck

Train gang in this bitch and I think I need me 6 sluts

If you acting salty, then my shotty got some fat slugs

If you're girl looking asian, come give me a backrub

I just won the cell games

Now I'm leveled up, yeah

She give me a sad face

But she wanna fuck

I just had a bad day

Now I'm having luck

Found four roaches in my ashtray

Now I got a blunt

I take shots but don't need no vest

Why these bitches wanna talk, why they sending me threats?

Now I'm on top, yeah I'm up next

I'm getting that guap, but I don't need no friends

Bitches be cops, yeah they all pretend

I will not stop 'till I'm finally dead

Getting that money, don't fuck with the fakes

Shit isn't funny, so stay out the way

I got a honey, I fuck on her face

She a snow bunny, she gimme that cake

Run up or stay out the way

Run up on us and you catchin' a fade

Big mistake, we don't trust no lames

We won the game and we don't even play

Yeah, aye, we ain't the same

You know the name and you know that we paid, bitch

Aye, coming up to quick in person

To silence all the seprents, yuh (Whu)

I been inside, closed curtains, just waiting 'til I can surface, yuh

Beauty in all of the verses, the words the way I curve 'em, yuh

Usually find that the worst of me is bursting free on the verses

Ya, we drove to Pennsylvania with like fourth sheets of acid

Prolly' thirty fuckin' grand of random drugs inside the back and

Would of went away for good if they had found all that we packing

"Was a creature of the mud just sneezing blood inside a napkin?"

I was sniffing fucking dope in my car on the road

I had no fucking morals, I was basically a ghost

I was honestly alone, dependent on poppin mo'

Demented inside my soul, just headed for somewhere wrong

No goals

Just a bag of ducking dope

Up it goes

Bitch I go slo' mo'

Bloody nose

Bitch, I got a bloody nose

Lambs blood on my fence, I'm American

Written by: Christopher Lane, Daniil Nesterenko

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