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black magic remix / nothing but players - lil grimm lyrics

[hook]:
nothing but players in this sh*t, stand up, b*tch, so you can shake
lil grimm out at 5, another mystery of this crystal lake
nothing but players in the sh*t, stand up, ho, so you can shake
playaa mon be out at 5, a mystery of the crystal lake

[verse 1 (lil grimm)]:
“rah!” i scared ya, i’m off the scene for too d*mn long
took a treat from misery, guns we’ll scramble, big, black tones
look into my eyes, look into my eyes, what do you see?
could this be a dream? (dream?) demons tryna capture me
graveyard, that’s my side, please don’t let it spook you though
cross my eyes and c*ck it back, pow, pow, hit the flo’
ain’t no crazy, evil n*gga, but thе reaper got my back
lost me childhood in thе early days, i want it back
dead and gone, time flying, 19, made my thoughts get bold
look into the sky, i’m cold, god can’t be dead and so
made my pretty smile, fool, yeah n*gga, play it cool
if you make another move, then your soul, you must lose
please, mane, don’t doubt my clique, it was big, now it’s thick
mon got the pistol grip, nothing but players in this sh*t

[hook]:
nothing but players in this sh*t, stand up, b*tch, so you can shake
lil grimm out at 5, another mystery of this crystal lake
nothing but players in this sh*t, stand up, ho, so you can shake
playaa mon out at 5, a mystery of the crystal lake
[verse 2 (playaa mon)]:
before a player hit the do’, i gotta mack a dirty ho
no time for conversation when the m*o*n be full of blow
what’cha wanna do my nig’? f*ck around and split yo’ wig
that’s what you get, you sorry b*tch, you think you mr. big?
digging haters’ f*cking graves, westwood k!lla, so amazed
a b*tch’ll never turn the page, so i grab my f*cking gauge
days turning into nights, haters starting petty fights
looking for my left, meet yo’ death, i swamp with my right
i might let you see the sun, ho, my name is playaa mon
pimping, never slipping while my b*tches got you n*ggas sprung
young and dumb, full of crunk, where my cheese, ho, you get none
’cause you see the p*l*a*y*double a is not the one
two n*ggas talking sh*t
three bullets in my clip
four, them haters on my d*ck
five, i grab my pistol grip
six seconds on the clock
seven meaning bl**dy spots
eight, i hope you called the cops
nine millimeter, your body drop

- lil grimm lyrics

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