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letra de blow my mind - playa fly

[hook]

[mac ced?]
mackin’ ced
turn up dead
no i’m not a rapper ho
all about my hustle if its
showin’ love and stackin’ do’
playa fly, spv
gangster street backing me
automatics gon’ attack
if you causing ana’ g
[criminal manne]
it’s that n-gga criminal manne
from the mound, that’s who i be
playa posse in this b-tch
on my bid with kcg
i’m comin’ from the bottom
straight into the top
my best friend is my glock
it’s understood in yo hood
i can hang and sell my rock
don’t try to down me
you better crown me
i’m friendly but n-gga, ???
17 shot glock c-cked
i’m ready to pop
on you playa hatin’ b-tches
you get evicted
off the premises of this mista manne
6″3 full of d-mn p
talkin’ ’bout your peace and it’s a d-mn shame
but you bustas snitched to the cops
x to the head, as i pass and flex
do i beep slim with the gold grill
?? and watch you sinners just flodge
through yo brain ’cause i’m the manne
n-gga i don’t f-ck with yo kind
but tell me if you can
glock c-cked
???
[lil slim]
so inked in a daze
slim might be relaxed with mary-jane
miss thang, keeps me going
through the good times and the pain
no complaints, is what you give
and what i like, fly i’m so high
once again, doves in flight
doin’ whatever i wanna do
beat my groove, slow tempo move
’cause some playas makin’ moves
to the d-o-p-e
and while we at it posse
mix this time with ‘ze
and get crunk up for the morning
brain-dank, anythang
slay the hay for keeping me
and my n-ggas on the hustle
‘way from haters downing d
b-tch! what more can i like say
yours truly but anyway
indo it blows slim mind
mitch-ll heights deep!

[mr. boo]
mr boo, playa fly
n-gga like me stayin’ high
on the track slangin’ crack
’cause lil b he got my back
strapped with that .9
spl is behind, catch up with yo kind
hollow-p gon’ leave you suckas blind
with that bl–dy .9
in the street as i creep
with some nuts and some guts
walkin’ down the blade
n-gga askin’ me “what’s up?”
with that bud, it’s much love
for you thugs, f-ck you scrubs
ana’ in the mr. boo
smoke one with my n-gga chugg
ain’t no thang blazing man
only catchin’ buckshots man
i’m too young to jealous
so i’m chiefin’ where i buck n’ sw-ng
props to my roadie fly
spl we stayin’ high
spv all up in me
i’m down ’til i f-ckin’ die
[???]
f-ck that sh-t i’m in this b-tch
stayin’ down ’til i make it rich
cliqued up with them n-ggas
that squeeze triggers and don’t bar no b-tch
hustlin’ all a playa know
chokin’ green and sweatin’ ho
n-ggas from the o, that just know
that they got to go
blow my mind all the time
stayin’ down or super high
bad b-tch i’m gon’ find we
’cause that stress weed man we pass it by
who got dope playa fly?
(fly don’t know let’s check to see)
let that chevy dip for them strips
’95 capris, pull up on the track
for a sack, this weed blow you g
either time of day, i must say
don’t forget that p
even though, in this rhyme
psycho p done blown my mind
off this weed, i must be
of a southern playa kind

[???]
onomatopaia, metaphor or simile
high as h-ll, catch the smell
tell me what is wrong with me?
look into my eyes, no surprise
it’s the b-u-d
’cause mista get crunk off that drank
lemons make me stang
spv i thank
ballin’ through the floor
’cause i don’t feel no more
like the common colt 40s
addiction ain’t no cure for the pure
and we trippin’, that’s for sure
for sure

[blackout]
b-tch, on the edge, that’s how i’m livin’
i’m stayin’ down, on top of my game
24/7, everytime i shoot, hit the ground
after in heaven, when i’m dead
and it’s the pure to me
balling all night, late night
it’s whateva b-tch on my cds
up the m, when i make the paper
mane that’s all i know, big bankrolls
check yo ho, ’cause she on the f-ckin’ flo’
pass that dope round cl!ck
the deep, how you know it goes
sleepless nights on my tone
stout posse on the road
hustle as i muscle ’til i’m dead
in the f-ckin’ dirt
haters back up off me
‘fo you get yo godd-mn feelings hurt
’bout that sh-t
blackout b-tch
fly, what’s up with them n-ggas my nig?
pistol grippin’ by night
and wrecking sh-t
blow yo mind!

[mac ded?]
ho, you think i’m rolling clean?
it’s that n-gga ded
when i feel my left-right with that muscle
and my brother ced
pede with that sh-t, mane you b-tch
yes we in this ho
hangin’ with my n-ggas out all night
yeah they on this snow
blowin’ on that dank, plus the drank
full of hennessey
my glock is on my side
bumpin’, thumpin’
back before the ???
the smell of dough it let me know
it’s d-mn near ’bout the break of day
i’m calling up my moms, thanks alot
but no time to pray
stayin’ on that dope i couldn’t choke
from the indo smoke
back up on the track
i got the stacks and the ???
i hope that you can feel me
this sh-t is ’bout to k!ll me
it’s time to blow my mind
reminiscing ’bout my n-gga g

[?]
playa type my role-model
sippin’ on that holy water
smoking green, looking mean
bustas tryna take my dollar
playa boo was in a daze
b.a.t. is where i stay
smoking heavy green on the scene
stayin’ so amazed
playing with you bustas, playa-suckas
can’t hang with me
i don’t give a f-ck if you hoes
try to down me
rising from the living dead
smoking, toasting, roasting hoes
blowing p up through my nose
this is how the story goes
break it down like the sound
break the seal on the crown
smokin’ mega blunts, super crunk
time to sit it down
smokin’ on that crud, playa mud
now it’s yo time
rolling, chiefing hay
past a sign
saying “blow my mind”

[hook]

[m.o.n]
m.o.n, i.b.n
in the wind, on this smoke
jooking while you looking
and you b-tches hated ’bout this dope
smokin’ chiefin’ dope and weed
we roll on these natural seeds
twist the head like playa fly
pass the dope to me
steppin’ in yo ass, bustin’ cash
and you know it’s gone
straight to the b-u-d
mane ’cause you know it’s on
cutting on a playa song
make me what i am today
just another playa kickin’ sh-t
on the playa stage
look at that i’m on that hay
wake and shake with natural high
all my n-ggas drop like jock
with dope we smoke it on the side
kicking in a battle cry
’cause i’m high and tripping so
time to blow my mind
all the time while we at the sto’

[icy-k]
in the eyes of the fiend, i will be a playa ’till i die
what i’m thinking
budweiser drinking, riding with playa fly
fly got blunts and he so crunk
and i’m so drunk my mind is black
pile smoke with so much dope
i’m high off of contact
the cash i remain, it’s me
it’s time for smoking b-u-d
i’m downing ‘vossi with no chase
and sip budweiser by the case
so pass it quick, don’t slob or spit it
and bustas don’t babysit
you dip with no dough on this
you best to give k a hit
this ain’t trick-or-treat
laying game is what a playa peep
cold coors is what i keep
and drink it ’til i fall asleep
waking and i’m hanging-over
head banging, another day
hit the crib, take a swig
now the pain has gone away
that’s the way this playa play
on that hutch and on that g-ye
on that p is how i be
the g-o-d and k away
other than that i’m gettin’ it on
in my home where playas roam
just awaken shaken and you know
that my mind is blown

[gangsta blac]
??? for the night
smokin’, chokin’ yeah thats right
playa-playa motivator
still it’s on roadie ty
2 blunts in here, pass it n-gga
ain’t no f-ckin’ clutching n-gga
if you do you might be f-ckin’ up
for another n-gga
ain’t no f-ckin’ bustin’ sides
happen when you jump inside
i’m the roughest-toughest
full of that stuff-est on the inner-side
smoke one with my padres
hanging from the other day
???
who bump with me ’til we pass away
holy water, numero uno
stop yo dissing, you will soon no
ain’t no talkin’ ’bout my high
my high it got me talkin’
indo seeking marijuana stalk
brazen to the swisha sweets
??? out to hoes and the ???
’cause it’s on, body numb
mix it, she’s a bad b-tch
drank as that b-boy hit
sippin’ with my brother sl!ck
all my n-ggas smokin’ dope
and though it’s on i’ll see you later
playa-haters can not fade us
blazin’ for you aggrevators

[lil e]
they call me a cloud of smoke
they want me a walking dope
n-gga k!ller, demon spiller
southern playalistic funk
back about my style-a
on the careful side of being broke
only i be standing, feeling angry
when no-one is woke
my mind is a paradise
come and take a trip with me
blow for the snow
full of thoughts of my enemy
twist the paper, grab a blunt
k!ller say, get some funk
playa posse n-ggas bump
bing-a-hampton gettin’ it crunk
even if you did not know
playa eric in the do’
down with fly and spv
mhv, naptown ho!
protection is there though the 9
shut the f-ck up with yo kind
playa e, bbb
busta i just blowed yo mind

[d.a.v.]
walking ’til i’m stopping and we blazing up hay
’cause it’s the d-a to the s-p to the v ’til i lay
it’s time to get it crunk
so bring the funk
or fifth of some ‘yak
this playa sh-t about to start
and you don’t wanna relax
i just attack on funky tracks
that playa blackout produced
and if we put you on the spot mane
we ain’t calling no crew
so what you do before you know
we back up in here for mo’
it ain’t no time for no reactions
now just feel the k.o
but if you missed it
then you twisted, in the mind i must say
you got yo anger in a tangle
mixed before you best pray
but it’s too late ’cause d.a.v and spv penetrate
straight though you with it ?? busta
flodging, pinching my hay
but yes you did
the city street is stayin’ hot after day
’cause south park cl!ck is in this b-tch
and blazing bl-iz-unts today
we full of cone and marijuana
???
i’m on a mission for a swisha
tr-iz-ick get out my way

[lil dirty]
on the way to hamp
and as i ride up on a cloud of smoke
every single d-iz-ay
staying h-iz-igh ’til lil dirty croak
blow my mind and with this smoke
south park keep lil dirty dey
d-man got that bonneville
full of men in black on blades
playa fly he keep me straight
what’s up to the d.a.v?
d.u.d is in this b-tch
and bustas best stay far from me
i’m cl!ckin’ off this chicken
on a mission for my paper-chase
to you lemons acting fake
that’s the way we wake and shake
bumpin’ while you jumpin’
and you n-ggas diggin’ dirty’s flow
tony bone blow that gun
mega blaze it for a ho
sippin’ while you slippin’
smokin’ dope and ana’ feelin’ fine
hay i’m smoking all the time
blowing on lil dirty’s mind

[k!lla murphy]
i keep a spliff up in yo needs
the wicked creeping through my mind
from the morning, ’til i lay down
youngen murphy staying high
i can’t focus if i’m sober
cloud 9 stay beneath me
my glock and clip beside me
and bustas and b-tches behind me
mad n-ggas show me love
from lil dirty to spv
the kcg and omp
i sit firing many blunts
i got indian in my veins
cloudy brain, ho don’t play
and i guess though my test
drop that sh-t and pass the hay
i blaze swishas, tops, zags
ho whatever talk to my dank and
i blow a spliff to catch up
with yo kind, my nuts sw-nging
ain’t no boy aiming joy
with me b-tch and i pass
i claim solo but i came
with an army for yo b-tch-ass
my minds on my money
ho the splurge is put on hold
p and weed keep me ten-toes down
baby just roll
dranking remy, bumpin’ pimpin’
chiefin’ blunts, filling my mind
now it’s when you creep through b-tches
fly done blew k!lla murphy’s mind

[big o]
sleepin’ full of weed ho
dreaming of a ‘caine drain
weed and caucasian got my mind
ready to blow mane
who i be?
big o see, quickly grab a swisha sweet
slowly place it in the air
cloud nine i will soon to be
mary-jane, spit some game
got a playa chiefing high
shotguns through my nose
bumpin’ crush, man i can’t deny
playa posse in this world
striving for them dividends
bbb so cool with me
love is just what big o give
every day, chill with bay
lil e and he want that lay
fire this coupe to sk
and then we really catch you lame
bustas down, psycho sounds
posse and fly, locking it down
mane you n-ggas cannot lie
playa posse blows yo mind

[playa fly]
??- my brain with a fist full if ganja mane
who be high as the playa fly?
drank and dank and what have you gang
choking chest is full of pain
tryin’ to smoke befo’ i croak
bet this, fl-iz-y will blow my mind
everytime i smoke the dope
greener than the gumby
is the onion that sit next to me
blunts that put me under
but stay fl-iz-y to the onion weed
holy dope i’m smoking
it’s the motion, bad b-tch is the least
mega blunts i’m choking
and i’m marching on a masterpiece
lay back on that paper-chase
blowing hay with no time to wait
mane it’s blowed through that playa mode
matter of fact this is everyday
fly do things the playa way
tear a dollar to lace my mud-smokin’ money
then ‘pon me ???
?? my instinct funny
even this, the dirty chrome
once again then i’m headin’ home
once the pot get the blowin’ right
chicken stickin’ and playa domes
bumpin’ thumping, onion zombie
grumpy, what fly do without
jumpin’ pumpin’, pimpin’ in the trunk
from the smokin’ sound
i.b.n be bumpin’ out
smokin’ sticks of luxury
filled to rim with ganja
mix the blunts up
twist it perfectly
o.m.p, s.p.v
d.a.v, d.u.d
m.h.v, cl!ck tony b
blow yo mind with me
mind with me

- playa fly

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