Lyrics:
off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites
That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit
They
made it a dog fight
And fightin' a pit bull
I lock on a nigga by the throat till I get full
I wish a bitch would come at me crooked
I slapped the pistol
the the player the player haters
[Chorus 2]
All you male hoes disrespecting grind, my rhymes (Pellegrino)
Get yours and stop playa-hating dogg that's how I
gotta slow down
Its not love, don't get it twisted
Ill make you wanna do it all night, all night
X2
Mr.Capone E:
Its not love comin from a straight
don't know
Lookin' at me baby wit ya eyes on gold
Spittin' no game I can see u chose
A young lil' playa
Chevrolet on 4's
Came by lost Cheri we both
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
there I had her caught
A fish on a hook
She was puddy in my hands
I could tell by her look
She asked if I was a playa
I said, 'That life ain't for me'
insane, with this pit bullet I'm locked mane
A nigga get love in the streets mane,
Cause a nigga gotta get that cheeze mane.
[Chorus] (Repeat 2x)
[Playa
to kiss you
Shining like crystal, and at your wake I pass your ma a tissue
[Chorus: x2]
He was only thirteen when he burst his splean
The shot was
fingers, that's how a playa bounce
[Hook: Cha Cha: "this is how" (repeat 11X) with minor variations]
(That's how I stick 'em babe) I - IIIII - IIIII -
coo!
Cool!
I could be Keak Sneakin an freakin but I'm coo!
I could be tellin you what you thinkin but I'm coo!
Lookin' for a 10 on the scale, if you a 2,
never know until it hit my mouth
Some call it the X, some call it the E
Whassup? Why'ontch'all introduce this bitch to me
So I can take her by the hand
leasing my estate
100grand in my hands why lie
All the hoes pull up when a nigga ride by
Pink mink on the sink Nique a fly guy
Wet ya shirt up like im
dancing like they hopscotch all I ever wanna do is flex
We done did it by ourselves, now we fucking up a cheque, bitch you know its SNS
yea yea yea
Look
know you’ve been getting comfortable
I can tell by how you walking with no pressure
Can’t let none these other bitches stress yah
Because I know that you
Tell ya momma you in love wit' a space man
A real nigga who can take you cross the way man
Nice beach by the sun fuck a spray tan
Asteroid baby we
If by chance I reach Fortune or Fame
I'll still be me
I'll be the same
U want catch me in those Fun & Games
I'll be worried with you (Forreal doe)
BiBi DA KiNG BABY
Bibi is it true that you rob these niggas
Yea i double back down by robbing these niggas
Never gave a fuck might just pop me
against ya boy or not
Just know ya bitch is always giving top,at the top nigga
Man I go by the name dab
Aka the activist
I'm talking like I'm Malcom X
Be Pipin Big Ol Booty Mexicans (Big Ol Booty Mexicans)
Got The Rap Game By The Necklace Yes Bitch I Finesse this (Yes Bitch I Finesse this)
And If You
Some of you n**** you know you blow me
I remember wen Shaq was catching dem oops from Kobe
I was turning 11, you from 10th Park then you kno me
of you I gotta be a damn fool
But I'm not, I know you be causing danger
You even get asked about by some strangers
Sometimes you make me go act funny
I'll
My definition of a real playa
A man that lives with principle
And Money on his mind all the time
Nothing else can distract me
Honies fall for my
(Yuh!)
(Yeah!)
(Uh, huh!)
Gas yeah it's medical
Pushing on the pedestal
Hide from 12 the 10 4os
Doin this shit on the low
Bitch I was the shit
But
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