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letra de playgod - studio 32 oke

(verse 1)

lookin’ round me
i be feelin’ like the only way to win is to sin
ball above the rim, bag it top bins
they’d rather see me behind bars
but i’m thinkin’ red carpet with the stars swervin’ foreign cars
live my movie, leave a legacy like fela kuti
she said she like my style, you don’t really love me you just love my doggy style
went from sharing garms to making garms
soon rolley ice my arm
and my mother raised some soldiers
and my necklace need some boulders
young n-gga chillin’ round some olders
made me wiser
i can’t sip no budweiser
i’m having conversations with the raws
yeah

(hook)

main event, grand slam
top row, van damme
aj, i’m the champ

(verse 2)

get the pack, touchdown
run it up, michael vick
swear these n-ggas make me sick
that b-tch she a trick
young n-gga, rock star, dodge a cop car
young n-gga, rock star, dodge a cop car
all my brudas goin’ fast
sauce drip drip
crayside not crip
crayside; berlin
joe a wizard, merlin. (yeah)
sauce drip drip
sauce drip drip
crayside not crip
joe a wizard, merlin
crayside to berlin. (ey)
crayside to berlin.(ey)
joe a wizard, merlin
sauce drip drip
sauce drip drip
crayside not crip

(verse 3)

i look at my bro like look what we started
you better recognise, fake sh-t i despise
why these n-ggas tellin’ lies?
put the jib up in the raw
left that n-gga on the ropes
we got these haters locked in
like the walls of jericho
all these n-ggas rappin’, i be preachin like the pope
32 they with me when we hittin’ l!cks

(hook)

main event, grand slam
top row, van damme
aj, i’m the champ

- studio 32 oke

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