bg playa – ain’t goin’ lyrics
[intro]
mm
mmm, mm+mm
mm
[hook]
yeah
these n+ggas be softer than b+tter in summertime
g playa pull up, it’s my time to shine
you better zig+zag, ‘cause i got drum mag
choppa lightin’ ‘em up like a hundred times
n+ggas ain’t expect me to bust now i’m goin’ in
i’m a grenade, lil b+tch, you just pulled the pin
boom! gimme yo dividends
i’m not taking no losses, not giving in
[verse]
you already know i ain’t takin’ no losses
i’m all about money, just gotta keep flossin’
got another thing comin’ if you f+ckin’ me
take a step back, can’t f+ck with bg
it ain’t goin’ as planned, you better back back
how you pull the gun now you getting jacked?
strip you ass naked, now i’m taking your racks
make a phone call, your homies getting whacked
you a b+st+rd, buster, b+tch!
call me a doctor ‘cause you about to get stitched
shoot you in the face then leave you in a ditch
then watch from the grave, a young n+gga getting rich
i already told you motherf+ckers don’t press me
i better hear respect when you n+ggas addressin’ me
better calm down, don’t try and act tough
‘cause like poker, i’m calling your bluff
i ain’t goin’ out like you p+ssy ass b+tches
should’ve just focused on getting your riches
you call yourself banger, but you ain’t g+ngb+ngin’
all them empty threats, that’s all that you slangin’
i ain’t no barber but get hit with this line
it’s automatic, i ain’t taking my time
i’ll hit you, your girl, your fam, your kids
you know that i ain’t sparing sh+t
[hook]
these n+ggas be softer than b+tter in summertime
g playa pull up, it’s my time to shine
you better zig+zag, ‘cause i got drum mag
choppa lightin’ ‘em up like a hundred times
n+ggas ain’t expect me to bust now i’m goin’ in
i’m a grenade, lil b+tch, you just pulled the pin
boom! gimme yo dividends
i’m not taking no losses, not giving in
[pre+outro]
bg playa
we ain’t taking no losses in this muhf+cka
and we ain’t goin’ out like no p+ssy muhf+ckas either, you hear me?
b+tchass n+ggas
[outro]
i’m not taking no losses, not giving up
shoot the back of his legs, make him give it up
n+ggas hatin’ on me, i don’t give a f+ck
pull the knife from behind, give him tummy tucks
enough of the k!llin’, lets stick to the paper
that b+tch left me hangin’, i told her i hate her
can’t f+ck with a gnat so you know i won’t date her
if she talking that sh+t, you know i’mma fade her
kick that boy in the face and i knock out his brain
never needed a glock, it came with the game
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