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bigwinnn - playing no games lyrics

[chorus]
turn the f+ck up, b+tch, i’m in the stu’
not tryna play no games (here he)
if i pop this glock (woo), you better not tell (woah)
’cause that’s not how we’re raised (here he)
if i pop me an opp (woah), he gon’ run and tell the cops (d+mn)
eeny, miny, mo, i’m putting tags on every toe (really?)
’cause b+tch, i’m the one with time today (dear god)
run up on me, meet your grave (good heavens)

[verse 1]
b+tch keep askin’ me what i’m sippin’ on, i tell that b+tch “wockesha”
we got f&n’s with hundred rounds, but don’t shoot up the preacher
remember i was geek’d as f+ck, that b+tch bossed up, now i don’t need her
next thing i was back in eight grade runnin’ ’round tryna f+ck my teacher
gotta keep a round
f+cked this b+tch and told her “bounce” (gone)
i make plays to get you plugged
cut his hands if he tryna touch (it’s done)
i was raggedy, now i’m up
they drip the same, it’s startin’ to rust
they be upset when you mention my name, n+ggas wish they could ball like us (they wish)
i’m tryna hit this stain, bust his brain (fantom)
houdini when i up the glock, it’s comin’ different ways
how you hate, but make minimum wage?
crazy how they hate me
i’m ballin’, tracy mcgrady
all these big rocks and baguettes on my neck got me movin’ lazy
[?], my opps be broke
n+ggas know that that’s they daddy’s fault (it is)
walk up in the store, i’ma shoot and bust his cantaloupe
boom, he kept talkin’ on my dead folks, turned him into a d+mn ghost
let a n+gga try me, like i’m dej loaf
[chorus]
now that you see i’m not playing no games, i’m not the one to try (here he)
go run and scatter, tell your favorite rapper (dear god), that’s he’s not that guy
smoke me an opp (woah), this sh+t rocks (splendid)
slide me the ski mask, we’re rolling down deep fast (jesus)
turn that boy into a sh+t bag ’cause he made me mad

[verse 2]
i ain’t had no p+ssy in a minute, but i doja cat
any n+gga come up on my glock, it got ’em runnin’ back, like “go home, roger”
got a bad b+tch, love to model
body shaped just like a bottle
open doors for n+ggas, then they try to knock you (let’s go, fantom)
oh no, catch a play
i’m a titan, julio (woo)
not the same, just give me brain
pack your bags, adiós (hey winnn)
i’m just sayin’, these n+ggas tryna outrap me, but i do the most (hey winnn)
just sit back and go grab some snacks
i got the henny [?] (let me drive the boat)
i be switchin’ lanes so quick, i’m goin’ coast to coast
your b+tch handy mandy with my d+ck, she geeked to go full throat
i got valentino on my collar, i just paid your car note (huh?)
these n+ggas ain’t really ’bout it
wake him up, he’s sleepy after all these hollows
shoutout my vatos taking chips because they not yo’s
too much drip, i need a thousand dollar poncho (d+mn)
ask me how i made it to the top, i don’t know (i really don’t)
just a nappy headed n+gga with a flow

- bigwinnn lyrics

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