meyhem lauren - guns in the playpen lyrics
[verse 1: meyhem lauren]
n-ggas be faker than the war against drugs, let’s get political
i live my life by rollin’ dice, peace to my digital
critical thinkin’, in the back seat of a lincoln
each day’s a canvas, every time i make a choice is inkin’
sometimes i wish the ink would smear, holdin’ my pistol near
standin’ in the fog,stil on my job and seein’ crystal clear
seen n-ggas disappear, resurface actin’ nervous
life is worthless when you walk around this earth without a purpose
guns in the playpen, poisons in the babyfood
had the world above my shoulders, currently it’s gettin glued
p-ssy poppin’ perfectly when dancin’ make my pants protrude
keep it a hundred, never frontin’ so my stance is rude
apparently casually ill, asymptomatic
fabric civil, but i keep it ratchet, fully automatic gadget
defeatin’ odds like magic johnson beat aids
before this rap sh-t, we got it movin’ grams of the beige
p’s of the green, seasoned with cream, feverly team
salmon strips sauteed, bathin’ in steam, peace to my nourishment
watchin’ n-ggas on my team win, thanks for encouragement
it’s winnin’ season, never treason, and keep it floruishin’
[verse 2: gabbie giftsz]
shooters in the playpen, take life i say when
actin’ up, fill you up with bullets, you could play dead
angels wouldn’t let him in, trips back to earth
i think my demons be the reason why your man up in the dirt
prolly wanna sin, threw all of my quarters in, they couldn’t change
never disappear, either multiply or rearrange
lil n-ggas catch that case, keep my hands clean
woman with the ratchet, i’m ladylike if you ask me
super-soaker with bullets, backpack with drugs
not ketchup on this polo, nah n-gga that sh-t blood
yeah blood, i know these n-ggas love to hate ya
cuz your life is a movie ’til i leonardo decapitate ya
activate you, separate the men from the toddlers
illiterate from the read is it from the ???
out ???, you prolly jealous, no pretendin’
f-ck your new beginning cuz your n-gga givin’ happy endings, b-tch
[outro: gabbie giftsz]
oh i was supposed to be talkin’ sh-t
yeah n-ggas, f-ck all y’all
i did this verse with a f-ckin’ fur coat on
i had a 40 in my hand, a blunt between my fingers
and yo’ n-gga l!ckin’ my coochie
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