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bg playa - yuh lyrics

[hook]
pull up on the homie, just chillin like yuh (like yuh!)
we ’bout to get down to the business like, (yuh, yuh)
remember what i said? give a f+ck about your feelings!
you already know what i’m dealing (yuh, yuh)
it’s not just beats you know that i’m k!llin’
i got a contract, you know that i’m drillin’
the gang stomping down, we doin’ our pillage
call the paramedics! too late for the healin’

[verse 1]
walk down on that n+gga, run that sh+t! (run it!)
take everything, his money and b+tch
you wearing designer? gimme that fit! (mine!)
i just take what i need, that’s how a n+gga stay rich (cha+ching)
up on a n+gga if he try to play
if it’s you and a gang, you know i’m gon’ spray like raid
playa ain’t playin’, thought sh+t was a game?
if i ain’t got burner, you still getting maimed on gang
lemme chill out, it ain’t all about violеnce (relax)
gotta stay clean, i’m ringing up my stylist
i ain’t wеaring no fade, i’m getting my hair done (yeah)
but don’t get me wrong, i’m still running the fair one (b+tch, try me!)
my jeans and shirt kinda baggy
shawty wanna f+ck, she gave me the addy (where you at?)
n+ggas scoff at my fit, they think it ain’t stylish (n+gga, please)
give a f+ck what you think ‘cause your b+tch still like it
[hook]
pull up on the homie, just chillin like yuh (like yuh!)
we ’bout to get down to the business like, (yuh, yuh)
remember what i said? give a f+ck about your feelings!
you already know what i’m dealing (yuh, yuh)
it’s not just beats you know that i’m k!llin’
i got a contract, you know that i’m drillin’
the gang stomping down, we doin’ our pillage
call the paramedics! too late for the healin’

[verse 2]
like, yuh, i ain’t afraid bust it (boom!)
that lil .22 ain’t gon’ cut it (ha!)
that 9 got kick and it’s louder
and one of the perks is stopping power (pop, pop, pop)
a n+gga strapped up with the glock 19
i’m in then i’m out ‘fore the cops on scene (i’m out)
even though i’m getting money, a n+gga not green (veteran)
addicted to the sh+t but it ain’t caffeine (yeah!)
getting this bread just to spend it on threads
and a new gun, fill the mag with dread (loaded)
shawty got lips like a duck and she giving me head
she said she was hungry, makin’ sure she fed
after the head, i told her to beat it
not like that like, get the f+ck out, like (bye!)
i ain’t beating ‘round the bush, i just told her out right, like
she still hit me up, i think i lucked out like
[hook]
pull up on the homie, just chillin like yuh (like yuh!)
we ’bout to get down to the business like, (yuh, yuh)
remember what i said? give a f+ck about your feelings!
you already know what i’m dealing (yuh, yuh)
it’s not just beats you know that i’m k!llin’
i got a contract, you know that i’m drillin’
the gang stomping down, we doin’ our pillage
call the paramedics! too late for the healin’

- bg playa lyrics

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