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play around - e$p nique lyrics

[verse 1]
we serve a n*gga shots just like butler
semi automatic out the car
n*gga talking big i’ll pull ya card
red dot em like we playing darts
i’m just here to finish i don’t start
keep it solid that’s a part of law
always be one*hundred with your dog
always send ya blessing up to lord

every*time i rap i’m whipping ye’
clippers on him you can catch a fade
air force 1 with micheal j, man i’m only here to get the pay
eat the cake i feel like annie mae
take a loss or charge it to the game
know my life will never be the same
cause paper chasing bound to come with fame

boy who you think that you fooling
i ain’t the one who look foolish
n*ggas be saying they shooters
they don’t even keep a tooly
they tried to take me for granted, ya shawty wanna show her titty like janet
i’m never tripping or panic i’m turning up i know these n*ggas can’t stand it
they want the bar penitentiary
i got gangsta’ n*gga tendencies
met her down straight out of memphis, yeah yeah that’s a tennessee
oh yeah got her feeling me
yeah yeah she feel my energy
p*ssy n*ggas always gotta speak, especially when the sh*t pertain to me
better get that money (yeah), don’t hate on n0body (yeah, yeah )
don’t play with n0body (yeah), be fake with n0body (yeah, yeah)
be laying with n0body (yeah), keep your actions in silence (keep ya actions in silence bruh)
stunt on ya rival, keep it g on the route
can’t believe in everything you see
see you as the company you keep
no matter what you always keep it g
keep it a buck and do the same for me
never mix ya business with a freak
it’s ok to let your feelings leak
let ‘em know you present when you speak
the game is open and it’s yours to keep

[chorus]
mama cried (mama cried)
bullet fly (bullet fly)*gllttt*
thirty rounds, i don’t play around (play around)
different city (different city)
i came with mine (i came with mine)
hundred round *gllttt, gllttt*
i don’t play around (hey)
mama cried (mama cried)(straight up!)
bullet fly (bullet fly)(straight up!)
thirty rounds, i don’t play around (play around)
different city (different city)
i came with mine (i came with mine)
a hundred round *gllttt*
i don’t play around (hey)

[verse 2]
the yellow my favorite
ya b*tch wanna taste it
just got a 40 homie, it came with a laser
i sip on this lean, i don’t need a chaser
i scr*p with a thirty, what the f*ck is a taser
sip the lean now or later, mix it with now or laters (mix it, mix it)
ya b*tch like the flavor, yeah she loving the flava’
gave her d*ck like i’m slayer, yeah i ball like the pacers
all this ice on my fingers, you would think i’m the mayor
p*ssy n*gga get ya weight up, see me run with these faces
see this ice on my fingers, complimenting the bracelet
see the n*ggas i hang with, see the n*ggas i bang with
neighborhood set so i’m wet cause i’m rolling i look like a gangsta
see my big brother proud of me, mama still looking down on me
don’t you worry i’m straight (for*real), all these choppers surrounding me
know i smell like a pound on me, i might charge you a pound a piece
know them goons roll around with me, i pull up in ya town with heat
[chorus]
mama cried (mama cried)
bullet fly (bullet fly)
thirty rounds, i don’t play around (play around)(nah)
different city (different city)(for*real)
i came with mine (i came with mine)
hundred round *gllttt, gllttt*
i don’t play around (hey)

[end]

- ep nique lyrics

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