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ken car$on - playing for keeps* lyrics

[intro]
([?], he’s not even teen x, f+ck him)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (loesoe, goin’ crazy)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse]
what you saying to me?
what you saying to me?
say this your hoe, but she live with me
i got a big draco, and it’s livin’ with me
you can’t come get your ho’, ’cause i’m playin’ for keeps
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, we playin’ for keeps
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, we playin’ for keeps
uh, uh, uh, look at my fit, yeah, this is alyx
uh, uh, uh, matthew will, uh, givenchy on me
yeah, i got givenchy on me
uh, i got givenchy on me
uh, i f+ck on that ho’, then i leave
then go get some racks, got ’em fillin’ a fee
you scroll on instagram, i’m all on your feed
want a feature, it’s gon’ cost a fee
thesе n+ggas know i’m who they wanna be
you can be anything, but you can’t bе me
h+ll nah, you can’t be me
h+ll nah, you can’t see me
i’m invisible just like john cena
[?]
[?] in your city
[?] know my opp, but ain’t pull up
if you pull up, i’m wastin’ your gut up
my young n+ggas, they sprayin’ like paint
x+man off x, x+man off drank
i get high, before i go to the bank
pull out a hundred, pull out my drac’
pull up on your b+tch, she smilin’ all day
i’m off these drugs, i feel like [?]
i’m too turned up, i don’t give no f+cks
i spilt them racks, on him and her
i put them racks on him, and now it’s time to take my b+tch shopping
they see my swag, and they tryna copy
i got that bag, like illuminati
forgiato, forgiato, she ride me
forgiato, forgiato, i’m slidin’
we in a road race, b+tch, why is you crying?
talkin’ bout “i’m cheating on you”
i just spent them racks on you
i just spent them racks on you
them b+tches can’t compare
they don’t compare to you
i walk in and they stare
if a n+gga try me, i’m making the news
walk in with my fye, walk in with my jewels
try me, you gon’ die, [?]
that’s why, i stay clutchin’ on my tool
that’s why, i say “f+ck it, i’m your boo”
’cause she know you lame, and she know i’m cool
and she love my aesthetic, she love how i move
if you got a [?], what you wanna do?
i just went to the bank, and took out a hundred
i ain’t got all this money for nothing
i’ma take these racks, i’ma give her lil’ sum
b+tch, i been rich, i never been a bum
ain’t really gotta spend that money on nun’
walk in that b+tch, get this sh+t for free
she let me f+ck, yeah, for free
look at my wrist, it’s so icy
look at my neck, tennis chain, me
[?] cars, now she believe in me
yeah, that’s why that b+tch on her knees
nah, she not praying to me
she sucky, sucky, yeah
she wanna f+ck me, yeah
[?]

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