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dee boi - play 4 keeps lyrics

[verse]
i remember it was crunch time, mohawk season
i need a fat sack, down bad
fresh out of prison, i’m on my last stack
every day i flexed on them n-gg-s, that sh-t was automatic
when i was f-cked up them p-ssy n-gg-s laughed at me
wasn’t n-body showin’ no love, that sh-t was all fake
how the f-ck you say you the plug, that sh-t was all shake
mojo served a n-gg- a half, that sh-t was all flake
and i got fifty shots in my glock, to shoot it all day
plus i got that step ladder with me, these n-gg-s envy
never catch a smile on my face ’cause i ain’t friendly
on my knees every night, me and god, i know he hear me
lord knows when i make it i’m takin’ my n-gg-s with me
gotta wake ’em up
n-gg-s slept on me, hoes p-ssed on me
val told me, pick your head up and get that bag homie
never catch me out on my city without that iron
it’s like every night it’s a new murder on channel nine
that’s that raw sh-t, that k!ller sh-t, my n-gg-s on gorilla sh-t
yeah we from orlando, we don’t know none’ ’bout that disney sh-t
when i drop they study my sh-t like it’s a lecture
and i been layin’ low, it’s time to beef up the pressure
they don’t wanna see a n-gg- make it to the top
so tell them n-gg-s crush they nuts ’til them b-tches pop
i had to learn to work with what i got instead of take a bigger loss
so i went and bought a knife, i had to cut them n-gg-s off
i’m back though, show no emotions, this where i’m at, nope
i can’t fall in love at the moment, i’m chasing racks ho
i don’t want no p-ssy or head, i need a sack ho
had to pick my city up, put that b-tch on my back, go
all i see is green lights, holding my machine tight
f-ck what it seem like, f-ck n-gg- you ain’t right
learned to keep my mouth closed the first time i seen stripes
feds tried to bait us off the streets too but we ain’t bite
f-ck ’em, build a new case, had to keep my boots laced
i’m on 408 with twenty plates and a suitcase
lil mama on my line and she wanna get married
’cause i treat her like a queen and i f-ck her like a savage
it’s a thin line between love and hate, real or fake
you eat or get ate, these n-gg-s is snakes
that’s why i’m sitting on my porch with the gr-ss cut
you fake a move the lawnmower gon’ fire your -ss up
we don’t really talk much, we just gon’ sit back and boss up
and watch how many these hoes stalk us
if it came for me then you know it was some g sh-t
got to do it for anybody said i wouldn’t be sh-t
feeling like money mitch, matter fact az
i’m yellin’ checkmate, i gotta play for keeps
i hear them voices in my head goin’ crazy
i’m never gon’ forget the way them f-ck n-gg-s played me, gone

- dee boi lyrics

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