Lyrics:
know ya)
Made a hundred plays in the Focus
Gotta maintain, stay focused
Ridin' in the fuckin' Bentayga (yeah)
Salt kill snails, not playas (yeah)
on the stockin' cap
Tryin' to pick this way
I'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's
wan' play
Get 'em in the club, ahh, smokin' on hay
When I'm in my ride, people walkin' by
Pistol by my side, in case dem wan' try
Watcha gonna do?
the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat
and me, playa, why they have to give my nigga life?
We gon' ball like a dog till we bring 'em back
Really miss ya nigaa, ain't no mo'fuckin' lie
Pimp Squad
still swollin'
Still goin', black and white tip-toein'
Flash in my playa's car, why you play so hard? 'cause I'ma Don
Sippin' Moet, smokin' Chron'
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
gon' run a train through the lane. That's a Cupid
Loose it? New hit? Did ya get da point?
Play my shit and smoke up all the weed. That's a Joint
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
To them haters wasting our time
Got one life to live I'm a live it on the first try
Can't lie I love my life life
Come by catch the vibe out in L.A.
Mentality complex, conscious but get vexed
Over gangster instrumentals
Instrumental to the rap game
Yeah the aim simple
Target the lame and stay in the lane
No thang
We gon bang
This whole game
Until a rapper left with no name
No thang
We gon bang
This whole game
Until a rapper left with no name
No thang
these befo,
Country playa type nigga,
Stackin g's in mo!
(Princess)
I'm a pimp by blood playa by nature,
Keep ya man close or I might take him,
Wat he
gon' kill the fuckin' beat
And could I be a fuckin' millionaire, trillionaire
And people look at me, now they say yeah it's really here
These niggas
about the clothes i’m just playa
Fuck around we gon drink up same cup
Now we touching mouths taste the flava
Book it out for a week
Front desk asking
[Chorus]
Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play
[Verse 1]
Nigga, it's the year for playa haters will be exposed
These niggas fallin'
booty on the side asking for shrimp and crab (Big booty)
Daddy got you by the way edges is hella jazz (Daddy gotcha)
Just remember we gon bounce if frog
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon
in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no
you
Cause the game filled up with lame dudes
And they don't play by the same rules so you walk around with a stainless too
But its its alright playa
Get
I'm gonna take my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
If you don't know by now
Doggy Dogg
no place
Better get yo pay up
Why yall wanna put me down tryna pick yall up we gon take the game
Why yall wanna play around can't wait no mo imma make
Got me looking magnificent
Yea yea, IV
Polish on the Buick look great
Imma whip it through the sun and the rain, it go bang
Playa tried to hate but
done started somethin
Actin invincible like you God or somethin
If you god, then i'ma makes a lot til you rot
And if you a playa, then play for
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