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dougie f - playing for keeps lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah
it’s out of my hands, just leave me alone (it’s out of my hands), yeah
i give ’em the word, you know that it’s on (you know that it’s on), yeah, yeah
don’t come to my hood, you know that they on (you know that they on), yeah
we hoppin’ the whip, you know that i’m gone (yes, sir, zoom, zoom), yeah
fresh off a flight, i’m gettin’ them flown (i’m gettin’ them flown), yeah
post it right on the blog, it feel like malone (it feel like malone, on the blog), yeah
the weed on my body like: “is it cologne?”, yeah
said i’m back on my bullsh+t, let it be known

[chorus]
yeah, yeah
wе made it from nothin’, we made it of [?] (wе made it from nothin’, man)
say a prayer for all of my n+ggas that stuck in a cell, yeah (pray to god, free gaz)
i know my n+ggas that done on the dirt, they made it to heaven (yeah, r.i.p. to [?])
all the heat that we had to survive, this sh+t was a h+ll here (sh+t was a h+ll)
fresh out the mud, i took the sh+t elsewhere (fresh out the mud)
’cause some n+ggas that’s ridin’ for life, i do it myself here (slatt, yeah)
and ’em n+ggas that countin’ me out, they askin’ for help here
but watch out, i stay in the game with the hand on the dirt, yeah (yes, sir)

[verse 2]
i was up late in the streets and made me a beast, it’s [?], how we gon’ eat? (yeah)
wasn’t just working for me, my family tree, my og’s down in my genes (yeah)
i’m in the field with the lions, n+ggas be lying, found out most of them cheap (yeah)
b+tches that wasn’t replyin’, none [?], found out most of them freaks (yes, sir)
been out [?], shove up my iron, found out most of them weak (pew, pew)
told ’em i’m keeping it brief, i canno+not talk (facts), and i gotta let it release
free out my dawgs outta the cages, take off the chains, i won’t stop until they unleash
n+ggas ain’t playin’ for fun, they had no advantage, i promise, i’m playing for keeps
[chorus]
yeah, yeah
we made it from nothin’, we made it of [?] (we made it from nothin’, man)
say a prayer for all of my n+ggas that stuck in a cell, yeah (pray to god, free gaz)
i know my n+ggas that done on the dirt, they made it to heaven (yeah, r.i.p. to [?])
all the heat that we had to survive, this sh+t was a h+ll here (sh+t was a h+ll)
fresh out the mud, i took the sh+t elsewhere (fresh out the mud)
’cause some n+ggas that’s ridin’ for life, i do it myself here (slatt, yeah)
and ’em n+ggas that countin’ me out, they askin’ for help here
but watch out, i stay in the game with the hand on the dirt, yeah (yes, sir)

- dougie f lyrics

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