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krimelife ca$ - playwitme lyrics

[intro: krimelife ca$$]
ay, ay
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me

[chorus: krimelife ca$$]
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay)
why these p+ssy n+ggas always hate on me (ay)
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay, ay)
like it’ll stay wit me (ay)
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay)
why these p+ssy n+ggas always hate on me (ay)
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay, ay)
like it’ll stay wit me (ok)
[verse 1: krimelife ca$$]
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me, i don’t know
ever since i knew my f+cking abcs i kept a pole, and it blow
word to mami, i be bugging on the low
why you think them f+cking crackas had to set me up the road
cos they know, i’m performing like i’m really at a show
not a joke, i be f+cking with the woos, not a joke
word to bro, heard these n+ggas say its smoke, well i already know
i was really up the road, beating ops out they clothes
kush bl!cky, got drilled, said he couldn’t live ‘n’ tote
then they sent him to the front started moving with the bros
n+ggas still turnt him homie even though they know he froze
sent him on a dummy mission, stupid n+gga really goes
than i heard he went home and went back to jacking folk
why these n+ggas doing bad and acting like n0body know
how you tough up in the town, but when you locked you just a hoe
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me, when n+ggas broke
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me, i really dont
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me
b+tch i’m repping ebk, i ain’t repping abg
i can’t go, i’ve been putting in that pain and now i’m really in my glow
i’m on the road+on parole
on my soul, i gotta blow
i keep a pole, it ain’t on me but i keep it with the bro
ok, can i bring it in
can i do the show
i be really with the wolves and them n+ggas trained to go
call up ace, he don’t play
swear to god that’s really bro
call up ja+ja hit your mata
sleazy world, the way he go
grab the choppa, it go ra+ra
make him dance do by chata
she a treash, give me baba, call me papa
in my bed, doing salsa
toto fuego, sorba agua
dread locks
like a rasta
red flag, like a lobster
mob ties, like a mobster
don datta, top shotta
big ape, get it rocking
big guala, no wally
[chorus: krimelife ca$$]
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay)
why these p+ssy n+ggas always hate on me (ay)
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay, ay)
like it’ll stay wit me (ay)
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay)
why these p+ssy n+ggas always hate on me (ay)
why these n+ggas think that they can play wit me (ay, ay)
like it’ll stay wit me (ay)

[verse 2: comethazine]
(b+tch)
i smashed her, now she don’t matter
police label me, as a natural disaster
40 stay wit me, so you da jesus, like a pastor
shoot first, then get to flock right after
she provide me a nut, i’m flattered
five+five six straight to the gut, pop bladder
pop him, if i catch the op, i’m after
man down, rest in p+ss to op, i captured

- krimelife ca lyrics

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