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letra de playing fair - ysr gramz

[chorus: rio da yung og]
these n-ggas hoes, they ain’t gon ride for you
same n-gga walking with you, talking down on you
told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
i just bought a new ar, hundred rounds on it
we gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
oh you want beef? ain’t gotta do it, put the guys on him
my lil n-gga bang b’s, he gon die for it

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
ain’t no snitching round here, we gon die loyal
got the p-ssy out your b-tch, cause i lied to her
with that sh-t you can slide, you can ride to it
my lil n-gga caught a body, d-mn near cried doing it
imma wake up, get some money, n-gga, chase a check
you wanna leave, gon and leave, i ain’t chasing sh-t
n-gga make a sale on my block, we gon take his sh-t
put my gun down, we can scr-p, i’ll break your neck
n-gga want smoke, what it is? cause we could take it there
gotta have a strap on the north, cause they ain’t playing fare
i hid the boles in my grannie crib, when i was staying there
i fell off, my n-gga mark had me, that’s my baby, yeah
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
h-ll yeah, we gon get this chicken, we gon make it, yeah
imma tell you how it is, ain’t no faking it
n-gga, if the feds come and get me, i ain’t saying sh-t
free my n-gga driveway baby, b-tch

[chorus: rio da yung og]
these n-ggas hoes, they ain’t gon ride for you
same n-gga walking with you, talking down on you
told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
i just bought a new ar, hundred rounds on it
we gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
oh you want beef? ain’t gotta do it, put the guys on him
my lil n-gga bang b’s, he gon die for it

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
up the pistol on a n-gga, make him sh-t bricks
hit him in his head, to scratch his name off my hit list
[?] put some on the floor, i need a big b-tch
i can put a draco on my waist, i got big hips
sold a thousand grams, shout out [?] street
used to live on [?], now i’m tryna buy the whole street
got purple, but the green [?] like we on [?] street
i know you ain’t really out here swiping, bruh, your clothes cheep
i tried to pack a brick [?] took a whole week
b-tch, i’m tryna bust you down, ho, don’t bro me
boss n-gga, give a b-tch a thousand, just to roll weed
ok, i’m done pouring lean today, i’m finna go to sleep
woke up, and poured another eight, i think i’m a junky
b-tch, you send your n-gga to the store, [?] whole flunky
i could pay twenty four, if the smoke musty
check my cash app, it’s looking like a whole phone number
[chorus: rio da yung og]
these n-ggas hoes, they ain’t gon ride for you
same n-gga walking with you, talking down on you
told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
i just bought a new ar, hundred rounds on it
we gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
oh you want beef? ain’t gotta do it, put the guys on him
my lil n-gga bang b’s, he gon die for it

- ysr gramz

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