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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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sadzilla
Performer
Prompto
Performer
B-Train
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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
