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letra de play for keeps - zaybang

[intro]
(?) you crazy
aye, nd’ if you bringin’ up my section imma top hat, n-gga (on my momma)
look

[verse 1]
you ain’t get sh-t for your n-ggas where your block at?
nd’ if you bringin’ up my section imma top hat
one up in the neck, we be ready, we don’t c-ck back
stuck up in the field applyin’ pressure if its contact
its real sh-t, nd’ if a n-gga said it then i mean that
hit the stash house like “where the blues nd’ where the green at?”
she suck so much d-ck she prolly gunna need some knee pads
i’m prolly with his b-tch, i hold the (?) with my seat back

[chorus]
baby say she movin’ out the way, i got to come and see
imma try to yank this fnn like its a .23′
i just spent another twenty thou- i could’ve paid the lease
i been tryina catch him with his partner, b-tch we play for keeps

[verse 2]
i don’t do no disses to them suckas, n-ggas h-lla broke
imma try to hit him in his head through this telescope
how you tryina say that n-gga brother, n-ggas tellin’ (?)
neighbor see a young n-gga havin’, think im sellin’ dope
push up onna sucka, swear to god im tryina walk him down
labelled as a shooter, (?), cuz rap ain’t what you talkin’ bout
twenty two shots, nd’ thats just for me to walk around
grab the baby 8, or the drake nd’ get to sparkin’ out
ask brother, when it comes to skits a n-gga steppin’ up
if i buy this k, the only way i put two sevens up
stuff it down his thoat, since this p-ssy n-gga talkin’ tuff
nd’ i keep two phones, i might f-ck around nd’ call his bluff
heard they say its money on my head, well tell them come and get it
i don’t needs no features, zero weight i just be with my n-ggas
got it out the mud, i swear to god i grew up in the trenches
we ain’t got no problems, i swear to god im f-ckin’ on these n-ggas b-tches
middle fingers to this rappin’, yhea these n-ggas know
we can’t respect you on these beats if n-ggas been a hoe
i bet a hundred on my dice, the n-gga ten to four
i bounced up out of foreign whips, nd’ chased him in the store
we caught his p-ssy ass in traffic nd’ made him (?)
nd’ you ain’t labelled for your n-gga, who you (?)
nd’ i just let them n-ggas talk because all them n-ggas hoes, nd’ it ain’t sh-t to catch a body we be switchin’ poles
you a b-tch, nd’ you gunna condone that h-lla goofy sh-t
when n-ggas shoot, we gon’ leave the scene just like a movie skit
how you speakin’ up on n-ggas name nd’ n-gga you a b-tch
rappin’ like you (?), your p-ssy ass ain’t even doin’ sh-t
when i creep, i put this on my momma i be to the (?)
i don’t even bring up n-ggas names cuz n-gga imma step em
why you sneakin’ b-tches in your house like you a f-ckin’ guest
told the b-tch that she gon’ have to pay me baby, nothing less
thirdy third, eleven hundred b-tch, i do this sh-t for (?)
hit the whip, and we all strapped my n-ggas come nd’ (?)
shoot him in his face, i got him lookin’ like he (?)
nd’ (?) got me talkin’ like im (?)
i’ve been up in them jets, b-tch im feelin’ like im (?)
forty thousand on me with some forces and a black tee
wanna see a real n-gga down, they know who clap heat
still a grimy n-gga takin’ sh-t, don’t put it past me
[chorus]
baby say she movin’ out the way, i got to come and see
imma try to yank this fnn like its a .23′
i just spent another twenty thou- i could’ve paid the lease
i been tryina catch him with his partner, b-tch we play for keeps

- zaybang

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