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letra de play ball - fnasty323

[intro]
ayy
double k’s
mm
it’s for the kings though, ha-ha
ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
and how you coming to the hood?
you f-ck around you getting popped at
man you try to shoot first but you shot back
lay your ass out
but how your ass having flash back?
bullet hit your head, i’ll leave you cold just like an ice pack
so what? mm, you know i go dumb
finger trigger itching, lil boy, i’ll make a body numb
it’s a real g-lock, it ain’t no ghost gun
see your boy dropping, and then you cry
that sh-t with h-lla fun
you see me coming from a distance, getting nervous
banging on your block without a bl!ckey, what’s the purpose
it’s like a b-tch when the money sh-t is worthless
sn-tch that boy’s soul, ain’t coming back this ain’t resurgence
three, you ain’t tagging in the hood that sh-t is h-lla way
then he started [………….]
we bounce out in broad day, yeah, we on that
shooting out the window, hop out, you bеtter earn your tat
got my ops saying “oh sh-t,” but them pеrcocets
don’t forget, your homie caught taggin, now he’s really dead
when i’m slidin for the hood, ain’t no d-mn regrets
phony ass gangsta, you a busta, man, you ain’t a threat
don’t be lying on the gang, you better tell the truth
we be hopping out the porch, i’ll leave the boy with blues
this ain’t no silicone, this a chunky too
better shoot, free all my lifers in the county blues
i don’t do the internet, all these arguments
see your bulletproof, yeah that’s cool […..] if its bullets then
when i’m playing in the field, win some tournaments
hood blasted on my face, this sh-t permanent
you watered down and turned down, you was nothing
never leave me up or ran me out, yeah, why you pop it
f-cked around, and this bullet ripped the socket
the ops tried to [….] up the score, but we blocked it
chunky ass burning, forty cal, i’ll […….] your sleep
’cause i don’t really give a f-ck if you got kids to see
man, i’ll hit you in your lung, let me hear you breathe
walk your goofy ass down solo, i don’t need a team
man, i love my 21, and she’s a big sl-t
walking through the opps and guess what?
i’m leaving untouched
man, he talking on the net, but f-ck him
catch the fool slippin, spin the block, and then i buck him
[outro]
woah
it’s free the king’s tho
ha-ha
(beat fades out)

- fnasty323

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