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letra de play! - ayecourt

[chorus: ayecourt]
three am, why you hittin’ my phone up?
you done peeped
that a n-gga went and blown up
you done peeped
that a n-gga went and gone up
too late baby
now you tryna show love
nowadays
man, a n-gga got a cold heart
nowadays
man, i just been into chrome hearts
nowadays, i be playin’, with yo’ heart
nowadays, you just playin’, yo’ part
[verse 1: ayecourt]
money on the table (woah)
real life, not no fable (yeah)
plugged in like it’s cable (woah)
za’, it got me stable (yeah)
you show yo’ true colors (yeah)
and one thing then another (woah)
lyin’, you a bluffer (yeah)
hit my phone because of (woah)
you done peeped that a n-gga doin’ big things
in a maserati coupe, wanna switch lanes
feel like autumn, wish things [?] still the same
guess i just couldn’t go stop the rain
with a light skin redbone, summer time
if you play, then this muhf-ckin’ cutter flyin’
i can’t talk to no feds and identifyin’
i’ma catch that lil’ boy, and then he dyin’

[bridge: ayecourt]
think i got that touch
keep blowin’ up my phone
keep blowin’ up my phone
got me thinkin’ somethin’ wrong
keep blowin’ up my phone
you just wonderin’ why i’m not home
keep blowin’ up my phone
yeah, lil’ baby got me blown
[chorus: ayecourt]
three am, why you hittin’ my phone up?
you done peeped
that a n-gga went and blown up
you done peeped
that a n-gga went and gone up
too late baby
now you tryna show love
nowadays
man, a n-gga got a cold heart
nowadays
man, i just been into chrome hearts
nowadays, i be playin’, with yo’ heart
nowadays, you just playin’, yo’ part

[verse 2: sway]
nowadays, feel like you not feelin’ me
swear to god, i get fleek
in a f-ckin’ white tee
yeah, swear to god, he a clone
think he wanna be me
yeah, baby i’m so high
can’t even see me
i go to the store, don’t know what a line is
why you shy, baby, why you hidin’
in the [?], folks signin’
i’m so high, ain’t tryin’
yeah, f-ckin’ her and she say yeah
stackin’ my money in layers
[chorus: ayecourt]
three am, why you hittin’ my phone up?
you done peeped
that a n-gga went and blown up
you done peeped
that a n-gga went and gone up
too late baby
now you tryna show love
too late, baby girl got the wrong one
too late baby girl, yeah, it’s all done
too late baby girl, now you feel dumb
too late, now you wish we was still one

- ayecourt

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