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gunplay - gunplay lyrics

i’m sittin’ at the table countin’ my money
ain’t where i wanna be but i got a few hundreds
a lot of talk on the streets like a n-gg- crossin’ me
well that’s somethin’ i gotta see
is it how my chain swings, tired of ma face
tellin’ lies getting n-gg-s wives tied up and raped
similar to tha mob deeper than a rap
all you n-gg-s gettin’ robbed all the cellphones tapped
bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
yea they want a n-gg- dead
they envy my success
to be loved, to be loved
oh what a feelin’ hundred rounds in tha drum
n-gg-s gettin’ wacked no sympathy for the soft
n-gg-s snitchin’ i know b-tches who clippin’ your d-ck off
i’m a boss champagne with the steak
pink rose jay sittin’ ace by tha case
brisco line to young n-gg- what it do
he gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through, that’s love
we go bac to tha blue house and if she bad enough may take her to tha new house
my maserati be tha new body
got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
i got her sleepin’ in the king size
last night i had tha b-tch sittin ring side

[chorus]
you wanna go that route
go there
i been on this road before (uh huh)
i know gun play, you know gun play (yea)
i’m shootin’ for tha win but ready for tha loss
both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it
i’m swingin’ that iron (that iron) when i’m swingin’ that iron (that iron)
ain’t thinkin’ bout time, ain’t thinkin’ bout mine, ain’t thinkin’ bout dying

my n-gg- so street
my swisha so sweet
all this money on the table
how a n-gg- gon sleep
speculations on my deal
it was over ten mil
blowin’ herb chauffeur plus home in new zeal
beat the case like gotti
we the trill murder ink
i erased slip and slide
they rainy in the mink
look dead in her eye
its tha end of the road
in the purple maybach means that i’m gettin’ more dough
smell the cristian dior
i used to be poor
when you cross florida lines boy i’m your leor
b–bi boys steal
b–bi boys real
you can name alot of lames that the b–bi boys k!lled
brisco line to young n-gg- what it do
said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring ’em through
that’s love
we go back to tha blue house
and if he brought enough i may buy me a new house

you wanna go that route
go there
i been on this road before (uh huh)
i know gun play, you know gun play (yea)
shootin’ for tha win but ready for tha loss
both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it
i’m swingin’ that iron (that iron) i’m swingin’ that iron (that iron)
ain’t thinkin’ bout time, ain’t thinkin’ bout mine ain’t thinkin’ bout dying

n-gg- how i’m living
d-mn near dying
for every digit i get
f-ck they know bout that
i ain’t never put sh-t on the line
jus’ sh-t in they rhyme
i shoot a n-gg- sh-t on a rhyme
wanna bet n-gg-, you ain’t a threat n-gg-
never seen a laptop in tha projects n-gg-
just powder, cut with comet, f-ck them comics
convicts and buyin’ it
if they ain’t coppin’ or fryin’ it
then don’t get a n-gg- fired up behind sum f-ck shyt ma n-gg- don’t want this
who that, who that behind the curtain i’ll merk ’em
wizard of oz n-gg-s, hiding behind money
hiding behind luxury
i see em shootin’ up all that f-ck sh-t
its gettin’ ugly
got torch on the line said he got a couple nuns i tol’ him grab to koo’
bring em on through.

you wanna go that route
been on this road before (uh huh)
i know gun play, you know gun play (yea)
shootin’ for tha win but ready for tha loss
both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it
i’m swingin’ that iron (that iron) i’m swingin’ that iron (that iron)
ain’t thinkin’ bout time,ain’t thinkin’ bout mine ain’t thinkin’ bout dying

- gunplay lyrics

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