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mr.bp - play ball lyrics

[intro]
(give up to the almighty)

[verse]
find out when you f+ck around, the east side, we don’t play around
we terrorize the city, that’s the reason we don’t see ’em out
ain’t speakin’ on my name, boy, don’t ask for me to hear you out
your b+tch up in the [?][0:20], don’t wanna speak, she full up in her mouth
i ain’t hatin’ none of these rappers, their success, man, yeah, that’s good for them
they wouldn’t try to sneak diss in a song, they know what’s good for them
block hot, they got kryptonite for n+ggas think they superman
get busy, homie, spinnin’ all them blocks, but we gon’ spin again
y’all n+ggas talk too much, stitch his mouth so he don’t tell again
don’t do no conversations on the ig, hit my telegram
f+ck them hoes, their hands is gettin’ flowers, i want h+lla bands
unless you been through h+lla, bae, motherf+ckers wouldn’t understand
when i die, just slide, i just wanna hear their mama cry
pull up like the terrifier, leave them n+ggas terrified
i prefer to slide all on my lonely, i don’t need my guys
don’t make me wanna be just like that guy, i ain’t gotta try
ain’t no old me, that lil’ n+gga, yeah, we buried him
heard your man got jabbed, boy, i love the man that murdered him
the [?][1:00] to be up in the hood, we ain’t heard of him
we ridin’ through the hood, we yellin’ set so you know we spinnin’
police tried to ask about a crime, man, i don’t know who did it
opps don’t really want it, we be scorin’ on they older n+ggas
d+ck+ridin’ b+tches with the opps, you get spanked with ’em
stay with it, [?] hoppin’ out and hit his face with it
[?] crowded in the city, got no place in it
leave a n+gga toe tagged, he slidin’ in that blue scat
nina kinda h+rny, she be f+ckin’ n+ggas face tats
sick on this side, all my members got a face mask
jakes ain’t f+ckin’ with us, keepin’ [?] for the gang task
thanks for invitation, baby, tell me where the safe at
just got visitation and these n+ggas think they need that
them boys don’t really want it, on the court, we tryna play ball
n+ggas ain’t gon’ slide for their big homie, they gon’ take loss
i’m a sore loser, if they score then knock their face off
opps be teamin’ up, so one+by+one, they gettin’ picked off
you feel me?

- mr bp lyrics

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