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letra de plynwcha - roqy tyraid

[roqy tyraid]
i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha
witcha-witcha, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha
i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha
wait a god-d-mn-minute, i ain’t playin’ witcha
i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha
(settle down, think about it!)
i ain’t playin’ witcha!
(say it louder! say it louder!)
wait a god-d-mn-minute my

life’s a balance of knuckle sandwiches and apple pie/
some don’t have that appet-te/
things you see ain’t as advertised/
adversaries romanticized. chances vary as status rise/
lamb of god or land of oz? now, that’s a gamble i can’t advise/
“underground” i been cl-ssified. made advances i still ain’t satisfied so i’m after mine/
uncle, aunt, to your dad & mama, i’m takin’ out the whole d-mn armada/
pipe dreams since nineteen. bookin’ time in that studio/
fantasizing when i could eat, i’d remind you of rufio/
disgusting part is opportunistic vultures weren’t f-ckin’ honest/
lend a helpin’ hand to strugglin’ artists with a buzzer on it/ [bzzzt!]
but i’m done with modest/
i’ll bury a n-gga so deep, he won’t be retrieved til he’s spotted by age of aquarian paleontologists/ [ugh!] my ledger is advanced/
fresh up outta of f-cks, deficit of d-mns. hope your exodus is planned/
i should be hailed a prophet/
i dragged my b-lls across the scene like tails & sonic, with no exhaling on a cartridge, n-gga

i ain’t playin’ witcha!
(never cower from a challenge!)
i ain’t playin’ witcha!
(settle down, think about it!)
i ain’t playin’ witcha!
(say it louder, say it louder!)
i ain’t playin’ witcha!
wait a god-d-mn-minuite!
i ain’t playin’ witcha! i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha!
witcha-witcha, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t plain’ witcha!
i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha!
wait a god-d-mn-minute!

windows and doors are being boarded by conformists, as we speak/
the demogorgon when recordin’ and my portal is the beat/
d.o.e. totals the deceased, as exorbitant endorphins are released/
my performance warrants floral at my feet/
i am thee god king, all-father of my scene/
levar ball-in’ offspring/
every song is an art piece/
compare it to warhol, embarr-ss you cornb-lls/
perpetually dust n-ggas/
it seems you reached your cerebral limit/
you believe “appealing” ‘s a suite at the venetian or tahitian village/
where i’m seated’s scenic/
tweetin’ while peakin’ at parisian women who leavin’ buildin’s. this season, me and my queen are building/
features for legal tender. pagans, retrieve your feelings/ [ugh!]
and they wonder why i ride alone/
so many knives at my back, you thought i sat on the iron throne/
as time has shown, your quote “best friends”, will red wedding ya, for that register/
especially if they met you in music; it’s inevitable/ [for real!]
agendas are wild, homes/
i swear i’ll retire i’ll retire somewhere rural, where the service is sh-ttier than firestone’s/
disgruntled vets can rest their tired bones/
with nary a purpose, discontent steady worsens/
i’m lookin’ at every person like mayweather does larry merchant/
unlevied curses to events with heavy purses/
milestones? this ain’t even my final form!/ [you fool!]
the h-ll with “targeted audiences” and “projected sales”/
this art essentially markets itself/
partner, i’m comfortable/
i treat this culture like an apartment. i can walk in my drawers with a carton of milk n fart n talk to my self/
the ruler sans carpenter belt/
hunger like an underdog/
afro thunder, “call the doctor”, for real/

see, i ain’t playin’ witcha!
(never cower from a challenge!)
i ain’t playin’ witcha!
(settle down, think about it!)
i ain’t playin’ witcha!
(say it louder, say it louder!)
i ain’t playin’ witcha!
wait a god-d-mn-minuite!
i ain’t playin’ witcha! i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha!
witcha-witcha, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t plain’ witcha!
i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha!
wait a god-d-mn-minute!

these quavo doppelgangers/
couldn’t buzz if they were michael j. fox playn’ operation/
can’t relate, cuz yall are basic/
so-called confirmed suspicious, when i see these herbs in pictures/
i can tell that they like flavor, like ayesha curry dinners/ [kidding!!]
all this rap about “-ss & tw-t” and “ridin’ waves”, you’da thought they were h-sselhoff/
catch & release’s the only time that you ever tackle box/
imposter careers get stomped like black american college stepping squads/
on top of shipment poppers, sh-t is monstrous/

patna, i ain’t playin’ witcha!
i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha/
witcha-witcha, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha/
i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’, i ain’t playin’ witcha/
wait a god-d-mn-minute!

- roqy tyraid

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