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letra de play around - lil tjay

[intro]

oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, lil tjay

[verse 1]
how you gon’ switch up lil n-gga we ‘posed to be family
yeah we used to be close, really the whole time thought you’d ride or die for me
swear my heart was broke, i’m takin’ notes
f-ck it i’m with all the smoke, we bulletproofin’ up the ghost
lil boy do the most, b-tch better give me [?] before it’s violence i promote
i really grew up ’round them demons, [?] in the air now i’m steamin’, f-ck it i’m steamin’
sippin’ i’m leanin’, remember dreamin’, i’m just tryna see the team win
tryna get to the tippy tippy top, locked down, i got brothers in the box
generational, this sh-t won’t ever stop, generational, this sh-t won’t ever stop
swear these little n-ggas love talkin’ hot, [?] down ‘for i rearrange your block
five bands, that’ll get a n-gga shot, plus i got some money for a b-tch that get a drop
still in tune, i don’t know if they forgot
tall glass, it ain’t [?] to blow the spot
every day a n-gga got to keep a chop, just in case i see a op, got a glock up in the sock
n-ggas don’t want war? say it now, told bro: “see a threat? then lay it down”
n-ggas know my team don’t play around, made it out the streets i ain’t need no cap and gown
won’t change and i know it’s sad to say, so sad how the good just pass away
thank god for the sh-t i have today, only thing i pray is that the hate just fade away
day after day, year after year, nothin’s gon’ change, them youngins really don’t care
my heart so cold, feel like my face [?] a tear
and my head f-ck up, cause my upbringin’ wasn’t fair
and i know n-ggas out there that stressin the same thing
on that block e’ryday so it felt right to gang bang
ain’t had no money, ain’t tryna look bummy, so you tryna duck till your pockets fat
hungry and starvin’, i’m not with that, only real n-ggas gon’ feel this and profit that
yeah, i got love for the trenches but i had to move out and get me a bag
only my n-ggas, f-ck everyone else, n-ggas hatin’ they envy and mad
i love the smell of the cash, i want the lambo, it’s fast
i gotta work for it, i’m finna cop it one day and i promise you that
woah, we got to stay on the road (road, road, road, road, road, road)
woah, n-ggas ain’t think i would blow (blow, blow, blow, blow, blow)
woah, happy, just lettin’ you know (know, know, know, know, know)
woah, i make a car every show (show, show, show, show, show)

- lil tjay

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