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play my sh!t - flight class lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: rhak swelter)

go head roll one up to this
i’m sipping sh-t that’s purplish
blunt wrapped up that’s turban sh-t
you gonna pay me for these services
in aware of these occurrences
you ain’t hip to what we workin wit
check me out online, we surfin b-tch
rhak swelter who you searchin b-tch
lead the revolution i’m dispersin it
that green, i can’t stop smokin it
ya’ll hate that i’m well spoken
but ya’ll quiet cause i’m totin it
that rifle what i’m soakin wit
we living it, you hopin it
directed at you lames when i say
i ain’t the one to be jokin wit

[verse 2: black evans]

no acting cl-ss, but i’ll take my cut and i’ll play my part
stay low pro, when we hit the roads them blades gon’ spark
poker face, play my cards, don’t play my heart
it’s going down but keep your lighters up when the place go dark
cause a n-gga done been through the whole game
beep beep p-ssed go took more change
all gold links, little rope chain
eyes chinese, thats lo mein
going world wide, no dot com
she scream “go daddy” in my domain
they talkin bout, we a problem
no answer, let the phone rang

[bridge: black evans]

let the phone rang
no answer, let the phone rang
let the phone rang
we a problem, no answer, let the phone rang

[hook: black evans and warr]

just play my sh-t

[verse 3: warr]

i’m ice cold, i got ice flows
i’m not rockin’ jays but i got ice souls
i got the nice hoes, so when the dice rolls
i’ll be way at the top where the kites go
bet i rock gold like mike tho
but i’m a psycho like michael
when i chop these beats, i make ’em scream and sh-t
they can’t believe these lyrics he’s a g*nius wit’
got the pipe lit, let me smoke the room
as i tat these pages let the ink drip
puttin’ lame -ss n-ggas in a f-ckin’ tomb
mix a little codeine, you should take a sip
i’m slowed down, i’m from the south so i’m so down
gotta zone out, bring a zone out
let us pow wow wit’ them strong clouds

[verse 4: (warr) {black evans} rhak swelter ]

(we back we back, yeah i said it n-gga we back)
{double cup, no re-rack} show up like where the weed at
{fist in the air like a militant
little blood on my hands i’ve been k!llin’ sh-t}
holes in ya blunt you ain’t feelin sh-t, you little n-ggas lookin like krillin b-tch
(i’m chillin sh-t on some villain sh-t) {check the hands see who you dealin’ wit’}
i ain’t sellin’ sh-t if i ain’t feelin’ it
(chrome rims like a big tyma
wrist shiny like the hope diamond, flight cl-ss that new china)
{white nose, these white hoes} -ss fat in them tight clothese

- flight class lyrics

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