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letra de playin' wit yo life - g man & bris

[intro]
2 step

[chorus: g man]
got my name in your mouth, you playing with your life
couple thousand on me, h-ll yeah, that’s f-cking light
i gotta pay you just to f-ck, i said you f-cking right
i’ma seal that sh-t up and send it overnight
next day i’m first class, getting on a flight
i’m in my bag, yeah, my pockets really looking right
b-tch choosing and i see exactly what she like
she know a n-gga poppin’, so she tryna join the hype

[verse 1: g man]
they say, “g-man, do your thang,” i said, “i can’t stop”
dice and k!ller wood just came home, we from the same block
rico, get that n-gga outta here
chase him with the chopper, find me in the hood
i’m ot, get into the guap and your b-tch choosin’
come pay a piece, you want me at the top
bring out the drac, yeah, i’m in they section tryna catch a opp
n-ggas always wolfin’ to the b-tch, man, you need to stop, don’t funk over hoes
but if you want to, you can meet the glock
how you n-ggas givin’ out statements?
talkin’ to the cops, but talkin’ h-lla harder than that
like you was on the opps, all you n-ggas nerds
play with me and i’ma throw some shots
watch a n-gga body hit the floor when i hit they block
[chorus: g man & bris]
got my name in your mouth, you playing with your life
couple thousand on me, h-ll yeah, that’s f-cking light
i gotta pay you just to f-ck, i said you f-cking right
i’ma seal that sh-t up and send it overnight
next day i’m first class, getting on a flight
i’m in my bag, yeah, my pockets really looking right
b-tch choosing and i see exactly what she like
she know a n-gga poppin’, so she tryna join the hype (ayy)

[verse 2: bris]
askin’ why i’m lookin’ at your chain, i’m plottin’ on takin’ it
n-gga, don’t be holdin’ out your hand ’cause i ain’t shakin’ it
oh, you say you think you in this field, then let’s go take a trip
and i’m in that trap, no basic math, don’t need no basic b-tch
livin’ in this junk, i’m sparkin’ sticks, that’s a campfire
got old n-ggas loaded, made it flip and left a flat tire
oh, you think you bold until i trip, so it backfire
you a family guy, i’m stewie griff, and you quagmire
just to warn you, please don’t play with me, i’m not a cartoon
this a chess game, you touch my p-wn, that’s not a smart move
really in the field, touching green like a yard tool
we be four deep, sliding on the diamonds like a carpool

- g man bris

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