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dee play4keeps & bloodie - playing tag lyrics

[intro: dee play4keeps & bloodie]
uh huh
it’s that dee play4keeps n+gga, o’s up, never gz, you heard?
ayo bloodie, go get that n+gga (ahh, ahh, ahh)

[chorus: bloodie]
we on the block, bro we playin’ tag (ayo eli, what the f+ck!)
like, don’t get caught in that cab
opp thot, let me beat up that cat
they know my bop, boy i stay with a strap
’cause i’m movin’ tact
i’m movin’ tact, he talkin’ on caine, he got beat with a bat
n+ggas be tellin’, exterminate rats
(ahh ahh)
we all know the facts, like, i just copped a new tag
dissin’ on dot, he got hit in his back
get up real oppy and call up the makks

[verse 1: dee play4keeps]
if she wanna be gang, she gotta just tote like kelly
keep the .g in her purse and bе ready
ahh, ahh, he got hit like spaghеtti
i’m tappin’ my back, we call that “the relly”
jaydot geek gon’ end up like—
jaydot geek gon’ end up like smelly
[?]
opp thot, let me nut in her belly
i stay with my strap, b+tch and i’m talkin’ ’bout kelly
sally, becky, brittney
like, all of them b+tches stay wit’ me
[verse 2: bloodie & dee play4keeps]
like where are all the wetties?
’cause i’ll really get ’em
signature shotta, with demons, i’m with ’em
i don’t need a car just to troop, just to get ’em (mad lay)

[verse 3: dee play4keeps]
ayo bloodie, he yellin’ he tagged and he—
like he yellin’ he tagged, he a victim
they know how it get when the liq’s in my system
if he run, i’ma fl!ck at his sister

[verse 4: bloodie & dee play4keeps]
ahh, ahh, y’all know what it is
he got shot in his ribs
he try to run on that block and he tripped
kurt is a b+tch, he got shot in his wig
i was in the spot (uh huh)
and she [?] that
play with my bop, i ain’t gon’ lie
til’ i see [?]
trooped up, real low, that’s when he got shot
like, that was for talkin’ on ‘dot
bye lil n+gga, he in my bop

[verse 5: bloodie]
baow, lil b+tch you don’t know who i am?
i’m the one who could f+ck on your friend
ahh, post up and go chill with my fans
like, have them stompers go hop out the van
[verse 6: dee play4keeps]
gee gotti, we smokin’ your—
gee gotti, we smokin’ your mans
b+tch that tryna hit a nerve
gee gotti doin’ bad, n+gga a perv’ (uh huh)
damo, savv, fl!cked at his feet
if you didn’t run, woulda did him like kurt

- dee play4keeps bloodie lyrics

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