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letra de red/playboy ii - fath3rplayboy

[verse 1:fath3rplayboy]im in this b-tch wit solo uh totin the glock neva dolo uh switchin the lanes inna stolo uh these n-ggas they hate cuz they so broke im stacking dis breesh uh wait imma stackin dis breesh counting peso uh im stacking this bread jeff bezos uh i play wit the gun got the draco uh rno be the gang make ya face go uh balenci shoe i neva lace those nah i chase a bag i neva chase hoes like a pirate i only came for gold got no love cuz my heart is staying cold fucc ya b-tch and my d-ck all in her throat got the glock got the drac so who want smoke not talkin that gas not talkin dope pull up to ya crib knoccin at ya doe pull up to ya crib pulla kicc doe and my diamonds cold and ya b-tch know i laugh at these n-ggas cuz they broke imma playboy and all they hoes know huh they gon ride the wave tyrnna ride the boat uh and solo just took a n-gga b-tch me and solo snuck in wit the stick uh

[verse 2:solo money]imma playboy i aint talking carti just ran off on the plug i aint saying sorry shawty bad she look like a barbie forgot my stick i left it at the party big choppa it hit em in his art arteries i got shooter they shooting like its archery white girl look like hannah montana i feel like designer got broads in atlanta ion jack nun dont got no bandana pourning codeine no its all im my fanta cut the brick half like he got the right answer now ya girl strippin like she an exotic dancer black and white diamonds just like a panda the money callin then i gotta answer(oh my god is that solo money)

- fath3rplayboy

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