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letra de playtime's over - ps

[tr on the beat]

(intro)
ay, yo yo
dun kno
p
maud
n-ggas know
dududu-dududu
yo
listen

look at the fl1ck of the wrist
ill just fl1ck out my nizz
b-tches warn talk bout bae but their mouth all full when i bring out my d-ck
n-ggas warn talk that sh-t till they see me with tj we bring out the stick
and if my man got lip and he warn talk fizz i just dip up his lips
been on the strip all day, my ten toes feeling like garbage
and if a boy warn chat flames, then bang bang, n-gga that’s arson
and how they warn ask bout almighty p though, i don’t know n-gga who’s asking?
chatty mouth i be like excuse me look, ima be begging that pardon
look mana hear alla that talk, that short black n-gga with braces
i’m like yeah yeah, alla that short black n-gga still give a man face lifts
like lurk in a addison lee, roll with my tool who’s badder then me
you don’t know bout banging off sweets, ill come with the g’s and leave smoke on the pavement
heard they’re chatting for who? they must be off the molly
tell her snapchat the p-ssy, b-tches call me el gotti
i can’t wait till the day, that, a n-gga gets hands on a dotty
ill just wait for a opp, you’ll see him ill pop leave his -ss on the concrete
i put trust in my blade, i ain’t really trusting a b-tch
f-ck up his face, if i’m rolling with 6ix
you might catch me with m, better clap when you see me
look how we strapped with the gg, clap leave him flat on the tv
back out my back up ill slap it, n-ggas that roll with the matic
n-ggas know that i’m a savage, come round there and do damage
young thug roll with my bestfriend, alla that dududu kweng kweng
all for the money i kwenged him, g check watch a man beg friend
pop pop let the tray blow, get hotbox in your face though
i pop pop then i lay low, two dot dots that’s a ratio
like two shanks up can you bench it? i come round with the hench ting
black on black manna blend in, i got about six n-ggas pending
they all ready for beef, darg, they all roll with the long tool
if he talks out his neck, ill come with the tec or ill poke out his tonsils
all my n-ggas are hitters, come with the dingers my n-ggas ain’t on talk
if that n-gga wants beef, then n-gga ill meet on time cah i’m punctual
them n-ggas all half, they don’t want nothing believe
i don’t give a f-ck who it is, you best not be f-cking with p
i don’t give a f-ck bout your cousin, i’m on the strip man i’m jugging
one phone call have it bussing, trust me you don’t want smoke from the team
loud am pack man i’m amm’d, pack that pouch in cabby
get man down with a fl1cky, i get man down with a rammy
n-gga i’m looney, roll with the uzi, n-gga i roll with the bally
i don’t know who’s he, leave n-ggas oozey
if i come round with the sami
n-ggas don’t know i’m a trapper, n-ggas don’t know that i clap
n-ggas don’t know bout my business, n-ggas just talk all that cr-p
i’ve been about on the pavement, i put ten toes on the map
n-ggas warn ask bout video casts, but who told you that i do rap
like ferme la bouche, n-ggas you don’t even know me
i done said mental, don said get close, aim sh-t better then kobe
i got no trust in no one, not even my n-ggas and homies
so more time when you see almighty roll you see man roll on my lonely

trust me

- ps

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