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letra de bad boys - playapossestacks

[verse 1: playapossestacks]
aye, aye
pop out, fresh like mannie i’m a big tymer
if she ain’t f-ckin’ turn that b-tch into a hitchhiker
i had stripes since a cub, i’m a real tiger
and when i put it in yo’ b-tch it’s gon’ feel tighter
i-i know around 30 plugs, 25 swipers
we from the bottom now we trappin’ out them highrisers
on yo’ block with the smoke, we got like 5 lighters
hop out with that sh-t wherever, we some skydivers
you ain’t never in the field, you a pine rider
finna get rich like 50 or gon’ die tryin’
you try to pull a skit on me and you gon’ die slidin’
but you n-ggas like osama y’all gon’ die hidin’
i’m steady talkin’ sh-t i feel like richard sherm
playa posse sh-t i’m gettin’ rich with sherm
made mistakes in the past, but you live and learn
this for my n-ggas doing life who won’t get a turn
doing 80 down the street, i just missed a turn
but i’m finna double back like i got sticks to burn
’bout my money, i mean business like i’m in a firm
smoke a n-gga like big worm, i might get a perm

[verse 2: mike sherm]
shoutout my cudi stacks, it’s deeper than rap
they put the lames in the front, so we in the back
like a mac, with the strap, it be on my lap
everyday i make a rack then keep it a stack
a b-tch try to set me up, i’m beatin’ her ass
everyday it’s halloween, i keep me a mask
hoes wanna pay a n-gga, i ain’t even ask
i ain’t takin’ no recruits, ’cause we finna blast
treat a b-tch like i’m future, leave her in the past
teach a b-tch n-gga a lesson can’t give him a pass
hoe get me outta pocket, i ain’t even mad
i might f-ck a 304 when she give me cash
from the yoc city streets, now i’m in a suite
bring a b-tch to santa cruz, f-ck her on the beach
in a foreign with a gl!ck in between the seat
chillin’ wit’ a thirsty ass freak, finna eat the meat
[verse 3: playapossestacks]
got pole everywhere, b-tch come try to tweak
you diabetic ass n-ggas better keep it sweet
i ain’t gon’ hesitate once, let a n-gga blink
shoot you one on one i wink and i throw in that stink
got stones like steve austin, i’m a cold stunner
i took a plane to get here, but i’m a road runner
my bank account finna look like a phone number
n-ggas say they ballin’, but like adam they got no jumper
give a f-ck ’bout n-ggas blocks, mine i murder opps
in this b-tch with two straps like some birkenstocks
it don’t take much effort, i’ll work a thot
ran so much game on yo’ b-tch we had to jersey swap
my n-ggas never touch the ball and be all in the field
i got a dawg that’s concealed, i taught him to k!ll
tell these labels 10 mil’, they offer a deal
cause n-gga we the bad boys like martin and will

- playapossestacks

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