Tytuł: They Will Never Play Me

• Wykonawca: Memphis Bleek
• Wyświetleń: 282

This for my thug, thug
  Drug, drug
  And guns, guns
  Come on, come on
  Come on, it's the ROC nigga
  Yo, yo
  
  Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs
  Show no love and my guns bust
  And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks
  You niggas out here gone do what?
  Nothing but talk about it
  You niggas ain't bout it, bout it
  You see Bleek
  J-I-G from the hat to sneaks
  Dem them jordans but what's important
  You niggers scheming
  I told y'all, I got my mind right
  And my money right
  I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right
  The game nigga love it, leave it
  It ain't gone change nigga
  From my hood to your hood
  This shit the same nigga
  You see me hopping out
  Coping that Bel Öv
  I ride for my family
  Fuck could you tell me
  Its ROC La Familia
  No one down with us
  No one ride with us
  No one side with us
  We came gunning
  Busting fuck it, it aint nothing
  I got mine now get yours
  And nigga stop frontin'
  
  [1] - Still these niggers hate me
  But I sit back and laugh
  I got cash, I play the back
  And I be counting my math
  And they will never play me
  I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
  I got niggas who could get that done
  
  And still these niggers hate me
  But I sit back and laugh
  I got cash, I play the back
  And I be counting my math
  And they will never play me
  I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
  I got niggas who could get that done
  
  Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump
  Or letting that pistol blow
  Niggas hate but I'm sticking this dick down they bitches throat
  I hear them saying
  He only sold half a mill
  You know what I'm saying nigga I spend half your deal
  So go ahead with that dumb shit
  I push tinted SUVŇs
  Which is one bitch
  With that fifth in just one clip
  My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads?
  Ma im dissing everyone
  And everyone feel they involve
  Who ever hating
  Contemplating about my situations
  Wanna know my moves
  Wanna find out if a nigga station
  Wanna know the coŇds
  Wanna know if I get low my company
  Do I got chrome
  Nigger donŇt compare me to Jay-Z
  I pop my collar, hollar
  All about the drama blowing scama
  Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana
  But you lames hating
  Cause I'm in the lake on them daytons
  Taking pictures, hitting switches
  Pulling over bad bitches
  I'm laying right
  My dogs stay they eating right
  Guns looking right
  And dog I bust them right
  For that brick
  For that check
  For that coke
  For that flow
  Dog I let's them go
  Set up shop and blow
  
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