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letra de foul play - jeezy

[verse 1]
don’t even play with me n-gga i’ll pay the h-ll out them k!llas (yeah)
i went and went on a mission stood on the block with them n-ggas (yeahhh)
they ain’t got nothin’ but respect i ain’t got nothin’ but a check (aye)
that fishin ware(?) i’m a vet i hang this b-tch out a vette (hahaa)
you p-ssy n-ggas get wet you p-ssy n-ggas get sprayed
and while y’all worried bout me n-gga you p-ssy n-ggas get paid (dayumm)
i got a black california(?) i drive that b-tch when i want (yeah)
a spanish b-tch in miami i f-ck that b-tch when i want (thats riiight)
i got a chopper outside it’s in the back of my ride (ride)
i put one in the hole and shoot that b-tch till i’m tired (boom)
we gangstas we move in silence respecting nothing but violence
i’m k!llin’ thanks to my stylist lets have a moment of silence shhh (aye)

[hook]
half a million in cars in your drive way (drive way)
just put another quarter mil on the highway (yeah)
got it all on tonight the b-tches fillin’ em (yeahhh)
and every time i step out you i’m k!llin’ em (lets go!)

foul play! im talkin’ foul play
i put the rollie on and k!lled them n-ggas all day (hahaa)
foul play! im talkin’ foul play
where i’m from you p-ssies get hit up like err day (lets go!)

[verse 2]
i gots no love for these n-ggas there ain’t no need to be friends (nah)
i get no roll from them figgas ain’t not need to pretend (hahaa)
i lost some paper in (?) bounced back beat my cases (dayumm)
say he comin with fifty think i met him m-sses(?) (thats riiight)
i’m talkin so many birds look like we having a feast (feast)
i’m talkin so many birds filled up the back of caprice (woo)
when i fell out with my plug look i went straight to the store (yeah)
and then i rolled through my hood p-ssed out them choppas galore (aye)
only ones hating on young is sucka n-ggas and rappers (why)
i know two things they ain’t thats real n-ggas and trappers (yeah)
i just copped me a rollie cost a new maserati (dayum)
458 with exhaust that b-tch sound like a bugatti whats hattnin

[hook]

[verse 3]
got them extendos in 40’s them b-tches look like they ladders (dayumm)
take a 125 i whip that b-tch like its batter (woo)
they just rap bout this sh-t i shot out the trap bout this sh-t (aye)
gave me a back full of wolves got me for like half of that brick (yeahhh)
i drop that window in traffic you just start cl!ckin’ and clackin’ (aye)
you swear it was paparazzi the way them b-tches was flashin’ (hahaa)
got on them gloves man i’m k!llin’ i’m boutta catch me a body (yeah)
she come upstairs and they f-ckin’ she gone be catchin’ the lobby (that riiight)
i don’t know nothin’ but k!llas (nothin’ but k!llas) i don’t know nothin’ but dealas (nothin’ but dealas)
this is ain’t nothin’ but rap (w-ssup) i don’t fear none of you n-ggas (nah)
im talkin poppin the choppers n-gga (boom) and wipin’ the prints (wipin’ the prints)
im talkin white on red lamb i swear it look like a mint you know

[hook]

- jeezy

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