| Playmakers
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| Oh, oh
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| Banging her back like a backbone
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| Keep me some racks in the dashboard
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| New window tint, left it fishbowl
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| Went straight to the pent with a thick ho
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| She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe
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| Got that thing 'round her neck like an animal
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| When I spin on Melrose
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| Spitting game like a player from
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| I never trust her with my backbone
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| And she calling me daddy when I’m home
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| Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
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| Yes, I they think that you’re when you com on
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| Yeah, I just landed in her city, tll that lil' ho I’m ready, just come on
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| On
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| She ride on that dick like a trolley, trolley
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| I’m licking her up, she a hotty, hotty
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| Cute face and no waist, this a lotta body
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| I knew I would fuck up a whole
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| They said, «She is the one, you got it, got it»
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| Mad that I’m on, you don’t gotta like it
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| Got my Chrome Heart jeans on with a pocket rock
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| Told her come on, babe, we going shop
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| Drop me an album, ain’t do no flopping
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| Living this life, it feel like Monopoly
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| I buy that shit and it’s private property
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| Original, I don’t wanna copy
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| Oh, she gotta leave it sloppy sloppy
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| Suck it when we fly to Abu Dhabi
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| We got no name and we body body
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| Banging her back like a backbone
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| Keep me some racks in the dashboard
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| New window tint, left it fishbowl
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| Went straight to the pent with a thick ho
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| She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe
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| Got that thing 'round her neck like an animal
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| When I spin on Melrose
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| Spitting game like a player from
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| I never trust her with my backbone
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| And she calling me daddy when I’m home
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| Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
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| Yes, I they think that you’re when you come on
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| Yeah, I just landed in her city, tell that lil' ho I’m ready, just come on
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| On
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| Just know these hundreds and these hoes on me
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| I’ll treat you some girl, keep it lowkey
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| Nigga ever think 'bout playing with Lil Keed
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| All the slimes know it’s R.I.P
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| Went and got all-white and a stain on me
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| Yeah, I’m having ties, yeah, M-O-B
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| Twin hoes on me so I made a DoubleTree
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| Bitch said a drop-top, lil' ho, I might be
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| Riding with a Glock, yeah, it got long reach
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| Yeah, it sit in the crack of the seat
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| Yeah, I put bands on your ho if your ever play
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| Just know I get him fried like grease
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| Yeah, I want Chanel, nigga, from the head to the toe
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| But Gunna want Dior feet
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| And they twenty G’s
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| Trolling you hoes, I don’t give a fuck
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| You not the on the leash, I’m chasing the dream
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| Oh, woah, woah, woah
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| Put YSL matts on my floors
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| Yeah, her head good, yeah, I’m curling my toes
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| Get real money and I want some more
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| These niggas junkies so I ride with a pole
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| Plotting on taking so I gotta drop it low
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| I’ll waste money whacking then catch a show
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| I ain’t wasting money on me
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| Banging her back like a backbone
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| Keep me some racks in the dashboard
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| New window tint, left it fishbowl
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| Went straight to the pent with a thick ho
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| She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe
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| Got that 'round her neck like an bone
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| When I spin on Melrose
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| Spitting game like a player from
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| I never trust her with my backbone
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| And she calling me daddy when I’m home
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| Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
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| Yes, I they think that you’re when you come on
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| Yeah, I just landed in her city, tell that lil' ho I’m ready, just come on
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| On |