| Yeah
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| Hope they feel the same when we meet
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| And I know they don’t want me to eat
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| But tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Gotta hit up the sono, petrol or bleach
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| Three thousand for teeth
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| Loose twenty to spend on some beef
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| Before we ride out, we pray to the east
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| Tryna slide with the petrol on E
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| Yeah
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| Tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| But tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| Tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| Playing for keeps
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| .44 bells
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| You can’t go to war with a stun gun
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| We all spilt blood for these cunch blocks
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| Hella dumb-dumbs
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| When we lock and load
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| That’s a nine-night for mummy’s one son
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| I watched them niggas eat
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| Couldn’t get a bite, not even one crumb
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| Them niggas keep you 'round in the long run cah you beneficial
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| You can run your check on number twenty nine
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| I been official
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| When you catch a case or you go to jail
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| They’ll never miss you
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| Broski, I love you like cooked food
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| Swear on mummy, I’ll never diss you
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| Yeah
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| Hope they feel the same when we meet
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| And I know they don’t want me to eat
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| But tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Gotta hit up the sono, petrol or bleach
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| Three thousand for teeth
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| Loose twenty to spend on some beef
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| Before we ride out, we pray to the east
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| Tryna slide with the petrol on E
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| Yeah
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| Tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| But tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| Tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| Playing for keeps
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| Top two in the south side, then it must be us
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| Rambo in her handbag, then it must be love
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| Just 'cause you ain’t one of them
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| That doesn’t mean that you’re one of us
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| Nah, fuck them and F you like your brother’s son
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| It’s nice to see you again, that’s all I hear in Louis Vutton
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| You been fuckin' with lames for long
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| That’s why don’t know what to do with a boss
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| I’m in DSquared, that’s Dan on deen
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| Nuttin' to do with a mosque
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| I got suttin' for you and the opp
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| I’m playing for keeps, put two in your top
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| They say I changed 'cause I don’t entertain the fake shit
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| Give my hitter the chance, what’s in your arm?
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| He’s gonna take it
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| Conspiracy charge and you gotta take it
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| Gyal, I waited all night just to taste this
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| (Tell the truth, I’m faded)
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| Scars all over my body like I went to war with the devil himself
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| I have a nigga put one in your head
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| Have your neighbours say «get him some help»
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| Hard to be focused and righteous
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| When you feel like you’re living in hell
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| Just put a brick on the scales, wish me well
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| Yeah
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| Hope they feel the same when we meet
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| And I know they don’t want me to eat
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| But tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Gotta hit up the sono, petrol or bleach
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| Three thousand for teeth
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| Loose twenty to spend on some beef
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| Before we ride out, we pray to the east
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| Tryna slide with the petrol on E
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| Yeah
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| Tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| But tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| Tonight we are playing for keeps
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| Yeah
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| Playing for keeps |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Playing For Keeps , by - D-Block Europe. Song from the album PTSD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп