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letra de playin with it - young thug

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[intro: young thug & (problem child)]
this ho sound real [?] i swear
(gang sh-t)
what? i didn’t hear you
i wasn’t talkin’ to you, you know what i’m sayin’
(f-ckin’ problem child)
fool
(homicide, yeah)
lil bitty b-tch, hey
ho, ho, slime n-gg-
(gang sh-t)

[pre-chorus: young thug]
playin’ with us, playin’ with it
n-gg- get, n-gg- get hit
catch your b-tch, turn her to money gang b-tch
n-gg- we’ll take yo b-tch from you (splat splat)

[chorus: young thug]
n-gg- slatt slatt
play with them slimes or that homicide gang, n-gg- hittin’ ya back
speakin’ of back, i’m ridin’ ’round town with a new maybach
’bout to [?] n-gg- get whacked
homicide gang, ysl slimes, n-gg- slatt slatt
yeah, that ak, that ar, that fn, that pump make a n-gg- lean back
i just had a dream i was servin’ them keys, but ain’t goin’ to that, aye
aye, that ap, the rollie, the patek, we layin’ in your bushes with that
b-tch, we pull on your street
bring them brand new [?] with them hitters in the back

[verse 1: problem child]
hit a man, man they know what to do
you play with me n-gg-, we shoot up the coupe
the hard top, we gon’ chop off the roof
on slauson ave, man they k!llin’ [?]
homicide man, i pull up with sticks
you play with me n-gg- and get found in a ditch
chill slime, man that n-gg- ain’t slick
i’m ridin’ with ya till the wheels don’t spin
n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout they ready for smoke
ups sticks sent to the door
you can hide but i’ll come for your folks
play with me n-gg-, your -ss gotta go
play with me n-gg-, there wouldn’t be beef
the type of beef where your momma can’t sleep
your stomach hurtin’ and she barely can eat
play with me n-gg-, your -ss gotta go
strippin’ these n-gg-s up out of they clothes
[?] n-gg-, man i come for the dough
serve you friday, then i’m wipin’ your nose
homicide n-gg-, they know that i’m slick
play with me n-gg-, i stay with the stick
ap’s what i call a philippe
call my phone, you ain’t gettin’ back sh-t
them percocet, they had me geekin’ i’m so wild
i’m ready to stand up and throw water in the crowd
my diamonds singin’, when you lookin’ they so loud
i know my momma sittin’ right there and yeah she proud
n-gg- play ’round but don’t play with me
i’m a young og and i’m still in the streets
a hundred thousand on me, i’ma get to a freak
i f-cked her out and i put her to sleep
bust down, i done put in my work
play with me n-gg-, you gotta get hurt
all black, momma sittin’ in a church
coffin closed, gon’ put it in a he-rs-

[chorus: young thug]
n-gg- slatt slatt
play with them slimes or that homicide gang, n-gg- hittin’ ya back
speakin’ of back, i’m ridin’ ’round town with a new maybach
’bout to [?] n-gg- get whacked
homicide gang, ysl slimes, n-gg- slatt slatt
yeah, that ak, that ar, that fn, that pump make a n-gg- lean back
i just had a dream i was servin’ them keys, but ain’t goin’ to that, aye
aye, that ap, the rollie, the patek, we layin’ in your bushes with that
b-tch, we pull on your street
bring them brand new [?] with them hitters in the back

[verse 2: problem child]

[chorus: young thug]
n-gg- slatt slatt
play with them slimes or that homicide gang, n-gg- hittin’ ya back
speakin’ of back, i’m ridin’ ’round town with a new maybach
’bout to [?] n-gg- get whacked
homicide gang, ysl slimes, n-gg- slatt slatt
yeah, that ak, that ar, that fn, that pump make a n-gg- lean back
i just had a dream i was servin’ them keys, but ain’t goin’ to that, aye
aye, that ap, the rollie, the patek, we layin’ in your bushes with that
b-tch, we pull on your street
bring them brand new [?] with them hitters in the back

- young thug

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