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letra de playaz gotta stay paid - dj squeeky

[verse 1: primo]
now as i creep with the force of a tide
nothing for real, though, lookin’ like a k!ller
standin’ six feet, full of pimpin’, gangsta livin’, mane i ain’t slippin’
strapped with them thangs
down with the mound, so recognize this p
[?], project playaz, can you feel it, g?
all up in yo’ ass like a ten foot pole
kickin’, simpin’, [?] and give me your soul
on one-way strip, straight to h-ll
got my pockets bail
no more heroes
no five-o, just pimpin’ and steady cash flow
i’m hittin’ you b-tches, (?) like a tank
smokin’ dank, for (?) everything
and i’m constantly counting my bank
i ain’t f-ck up out a d-mn thang, i’m still on my hustle
as i count (?) with my negro, but really though
my n-i double g-a’s got my back, they show no slackin’
if you come in with some ana, i’ll beat, they (?) into a (?)
break yo’ self, ’cause my clique is just too thick, so how you figure
that a g like myself won’t die for my n-ggas?
[verse 2: tom skeemask]
put a lasso on that b-tch, fool, i got my nine millimeter
buster better recognize, n-ggas gonna stand with the nov clique then i’m headed to the mound
pimps don’t die, what’s up skee? how the f-ck you figure, g?
playas gotta have their cheese in their pockets
then these b-tches try to knock it
blame it on a train, that’s a (?), give it to me mane
b-tch wanna start playin’ childish games
back on the mound, ready to clown, sippin’ on a pint of crown
doin’ things i’ve never done, even as a child when i was young
pick up the (?), talk that sh-t, this b-tch just got dropped in a ditch
fist full of bricks on a track makin’ cheese, b-tch, n-gga start supportin’ my need
pick up the sweets, break up the weed, this is the b-tch, back on her knees
classified as a ho, put it in my arm, (?)
get on a track, make me the cheese, b-tch, are you beggin’, or are you pleased?
one less n-gga talkin’ sh-t, gotta be a (?) this pimpin’ is just too thick
pick up the cash slow, headed for the front door
n-gga you just lost yo’ ho
she gave me yo’ cheese, i think it was a g
d-mn fool, don’t you know i’m (?)
out of time, i’m gettin’ laid, skeemask finna get paid

[chorus: {?} & dj squeeky]
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d-do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
playaz gotta stay (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
o-orange mound bound fool, blowin’ n-ggas ass off
playaz gotta stay (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d-do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
[verse 3: dj zirk]
n-ggas wanna trip, i got that thang for yo’ ass
(?) you with that sh-t, but too thick is quick to blast
rollin’ through them b-tch, boys’ hood with that sawed-off
n-ggas packin’ them tones ’cause it’s on, ain’t no love lost
tryna be a player, but you crossin’ like a ho
it’s time to get my 4-4, and rob all you hoes
packin’ what you lackin’, got them k!llers on yo’ tape
just a flodgin’-ass n-gga, wanna be real, wanna be a player
creepin’ out the dark, and i’m stainin’ on you, b-tches
catch you slippin’ in a chevy, you a dead ass trick
smile up in my face, you got some ana on yo’ mind, ho
real n-gga jackin’ cause we packin’ on the for real, though
f-ck all you n-ggas, you so called k!llers
real g playas got no love for them n-ggas
orange mound too trill, lockin’ them b-tches in my trunk
kickin’ back like a playa, sippin’ on crown, smokin’ on blunts

[verse 4: criminal manne]
1-2-3, it’s me, criminal manne, straight from project p
back once again, strapped with them (?), don’t talk to me, i need the cheese
[?] chevy thang but first, you know i grip my nine glock
pop any busta mothaf-cka’ that wanna test me while i make it to the top
hit my dog, lil’ bro, told him to plan, meet me on 7th street
scooped him straight from the north, holla at my boys, now we ride four deep
(?) strap with them thangs, peelin’ off to try to find my mane
some busta gon’ drop it off to a player (now do you understand?)
just down the street with the glock in my hand, time to play the stick-up, man
(?) ballin’, tryna think of a master plan
my n-gga said: (i know a big busta on the other side of town), aight, bet dog
bail straight to the house, kicked down the door, tell them get up out our hall ((?))
(?), lil’ bro stuck that clip in, i ran straight to the back with my gat caught n-ggas sleepin’
as i c-ck my tone (?) them bustas knew what time it was
criminal manne’s a pimp, b-tch i gotta get mine, ’cause
[chorus: {?} & dj squeeky]
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d-do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
o-orange mound pound, fool, blowin’ n-ggas pants off
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d-do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
o-orange mound bound, fool, blowin’ n-ggas ass off
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d-do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)

[outro: dj zirk]
orange mound, orange mound, orange mound, orange mound
orange mound, orange mound, orange mound, orange mound
orange mound, orange mound, orange mound, orange mound
orange mound, orange mound, b-blowin’ n-ggas ass off

- dj squeeky

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