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lil herb - play they role lyrics

[lil’ herb]
park the audi on the side-block, hop out hit the corner everybody tryna’ swag jock
lil herby b-tch i’m the man out here, b-tches stand out here got them bands out here
if you cause a scene on the land out here i just make a call and you’ stained out here, now thats boss sh-t
and i talk sh-t cause my neck and wrists got my frostbit
took this n-gg-s b-tch now he stalkin’, he can buy it back at the auction
i be countin stacks steady countin stacks add more to it then i count em back
i will never change n-gg- count on that you ain’t gotta hide cause i’m ballin,
they be shootin’ streets till they heater gone like they knees ain’t strong then they fallin’
but i’m trained to go and my heater strong they need to ball b-tch i’m spaulding,
jordans swish they like shorty sick i’m in sacks fifth boy i’m forty six
when they hear my a’s they go super sick
i’m a young n-gg- wit’ a couger b-tch
i forever trap till i’m super rich ion’ gotta flex i be coolin’ it
if he disrespect let that ruger spit head shot his madoola split
ain’t no leg shots when i’m shootin sh-t
i got steph curry on the shootin’ tip thats a hit an ran, drop a n-gg- then hit again, later catch me countin’ dividends

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ey’ bibby lets get it man, f-ck these n-gg-s up

[lil’ bibby]
big chopper no harley call me young ali
or m.j i been great
bow down to your sensei
i been real they been fake
dough boy i been gettin cake
i’m in the field with the biggest steel that tough talkin that’ll get him killed
this sh-t is real, lil’ bibby i go so nuts i mean so nuts
foreign cars when i roll up might hop out and just post up
grab some blunts roll those up
tell bro call some hoes up
n-gg-s say they finna take off but tell these n-gg-s whats the hold up?
cause i ain’t seen nothin’
kill sh-t you ain’t seen nothin
know what snitches get
big guns for the witnesses
no talkin i’m killin sh-t
and i walk around with like seven thou’
n-gg- rob me? you was probably dreamin blow his brains out
what the f-ck was you thinkin i stay stapped
you musta’ been drinkin its no lackin’
my bro packin
see a opp have bro clap him
goin hard its a f-ckin cl-ssic
kobe with the blunt dont p-ss it
i know the game like i’m madden i got work but i’m taxin
armor tough when in i’m traffic
caught him at the light and then wacked him

[hook]
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told ya’ll man n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin wit us, nlmb 150, we goin back in.. lets get it! l’s

[lil’ herb]
me and bibby steady killin tracks
spendin stacks and steady get em back
sneak dissin we’ll get em wacked
keep b-tches get them n-gg-s back

[lil’ bibby]
i ain’t with all the chitter chat
i ain’t lien’ i’m spittin facts
cocaine flow i’m spittin crack
30 shot clip i’ll give him that

[lil’ herb]
30 shots h-t he ain’t healin’ back
no sympathy when a n-gg- wacked
street sh-t in me i ain’t feelin’ that
g’ sh-t in me b-tch i’m peelin racks

[lil’ bibby]
savin hoes i ain’t into that
trainin’ hoes and then send em back
your b-tch on me cause i’m gettin that
i ain’t savin money i’m spendin that

[lil’ herb]
range rovers take a spin in that
forgiatos b-tches diggin’ that
h-rny models on a n-gg- sack
40 hollows sittin’ in a mac
switching cars like i’m swithin broads
no limit gang all my n-gg-s stars
doors tinted on my different cars
foreign lot up in my b-tch garage

[lil’ bibby]
my n-gg-s ain’t finna starve
my n-gg-s broke? you gettin robbed
i’m in the booth steady spittin bars
i’m the real deal these n-gg-s frauds
and i’m pullin these n-gg-s cards
lotta n-gg-s tryna act hard let the gat spark
find his -ss in the backyard

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