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letra de playa tip - mac mall

is this m-th-f-cka on?
(check-check 1-2
yeah b-tch, go check your m-th-f-ckin p-ss
yeah, this’s your homeboy jay from the romper room crew
we just lounge here in the country club right about now
you know what i’m sayin?
but now i’m gonna p-ss this to my young dog mac mall)

[verse 1]
p-ssin mac mall the mic is like lighting a fuse
to a fat pipe bomb in a packed–ss room
full of broke pimpetrators who be all tryin to dis
and them hairshop hoes playa-hatin for the d-ck
now naw, i can’t forget all them rumour-spreadin tricks
chocolate nuts for your mouth when this dope alb-m hits
like a? hoe? out of china, ballers say i am a timer
cause i was shootin game since i was a minor
some of these rappers is liars, candy-coated and sh-t
counterfeit–ss n-gg-, you can’t blow up in this sh-t
i went from bein broke to havin fat accounts
from ben davis to wearin clothes you can’t pr-nounce
from spittin lines to the ladies to bust the game to a b-tch
first they hung up in my face, now i got em doin flips
so when my cuddies ask, “mall, you stress offa what suckers say?”
i tell em, “naw folks, it’s all in the game”

[chorus]
i’m comin up on the playa tip
your boy done bubbled, so be prepared for some major sh-t
n-gg-, we comin up on the playa tip
(so shake them squares and start chosin on some playas, b-tch)

[verse 1]
still got a tec-9 in my cream creased dockers
hang with big timers, hustlers and bank-robbers
players who be real about they money, you know
my d-ck get harder with every dollar, so who needs a hoe?
but sometime i like to get my tip ate
and if you ain’t careful, it might be your b-tch, mayn
v-town hog, so i dog her like a doorway gap
i’m from the crestside, partner, and fool, we do em like that
one-time, they be on me, cause my pockets is paroley
sippin hennessy not 40’s, stayin far from the phoneys
f-ck a homie, n-gg-, but you can be my cuddy, though
you got a microphone, some money, or a sack to roll
in the country club crest we can have a choke fest
them six figure-digits got a young mac possessed
to the point, if it ain’t about money, then it ain’t mandatory
i keep my business and pleasure in different categories
cause once they mix, then you trip, man fool, you lost control
went broke behind a punk–ss hoe
n-gg-

[chorus]

[verse 3]
dome loaded, ripped off hen’
h-ll of g’s addin up in my countin machine
i count them endless dollars before i have a dream
of a m-th-f-ckin heist or a gafflin scheme
p-89 ruger with the red beam
is the tool i use when i let off steam
i’m out here gettin famous, and you’re just a fiend
that’s why everytime you see me you be muggin me
is your system on that morphine?
now did your your lungs get sprung on the ice cream?
now playa-hatin n-gg-s, this rap’s for y’all
you know i got a middle finger and a cap for y’all
as long as my name is young mac–ss mall
this game won’t stop, won’t pause, won’t stall
now n-gg-, get rich, read a b-tch and kill a snitch
but make sure your actin’s on the playa tip
n-gg-

on the playa tip
you know

yeah n-gg-
we live from the m-th-f-ckin country club
you know what i’m sayin
smokin the dank down to a nud
ain’t even trippin
we got b-tches all out here
[name] and sh-t, you know
ant banks all around this m-th-f-cka burpin and fartin and sh-t
i don’t know
we just live it, boy

- mac mall

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