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osa tts – play too much lyrics

[hook: secret]
why you say you a gangster boy you play too much (stop it)
thought i was going back to school way i’m papered up (yeah)
homie pop his -ss leave his momma shaken up (nah)
can’t trust a soul in this b-tch they be snaking up (f-ck)
why you say you a gangster boy you play too much (b-tch)
thought i was going back to school way i’m papered up (yeah)
homie pop his -ss leave his momma shaken up (b-tch)
can’t trust a soul in this b-tch they be snaking up (f-ck)

[verse 1: secret]
if the feds get me me no speak english (que pasa)
think i was popeye way i make that spinach (that money)
beat her back out she tap out ten minutes (yeah)
bring the macs out we spaz out you’re finished (b-tch)
y’all clowns out there beefin’ over b-tches (goofy)
think i’m usain way i’m runnin’ to the riches (zoom)
choppa knock a foot off yo -ss you a midget (b-tch)
big gun big drum that’s that triple digit (a hunnid)
we ain’t scared of your -ss come and slide through (f-cking bum)
you want beef, say so its a barbecue (yeah)
quit actin’ like you hard bro whats wrong with you (what’s wrong)
beat ya -ss with the strap like a father do (yeah)

think i’m gordan way i’m whippin’ in the kitchen (yeah)
watch your tone boy that choppa get to kickin’ (b-tch)
get your bands up and quit your f-cking b-tchin’ (stop it)
smoking big dope like its my addiction (gas)

[verse 2: aramu$]
talking like you gangster huh, nah none of that (nah)
walking like you carry bucks, where my money at? (where it at)
spend money all the time, i just spent a rack (always)
if yo b-tch see my text, you won’t get her back (won’t)
b-tch i’m riding in the whip, riding wit a foreign b-tch
got a drink take a sip, crash the beamer in the ditch
fight a kid cuz he snitch , cut him up got a st-tch
my shots hard never miss, take your life if you diss
i was hustling on the block to get my bands up (hustling)
if you disrespecting me put your hands up (put em up)
if i see you in the streets that’s some bad luck (that’s sh-t)
pull up on yo b-tch -ss in the black truck (in the rig)

[verse 3: aramu$]
truck take two lanes that’s that big body (the rig)
keep my name out your mouth or you gone get bodied (got ya)
i got h-lla bars up on me but i’m not bobby (free bobby)
boys broke kicking rocks you gone need a hobby (yeah)
buddy said he pullup, where he be though? (where he at)
shooting shots at your -ss like a free throw
my boys are running with the straps, yeah we need those (gun sound)
b-tches lying i can tell got the big nose (yeah)
got the big rig, don’t need no fast car (nah)
322 ridin’ fast like a nascar (zoom)
your b-tch is chunky, did you find her at the fat bar (fatty)
boy you play too much, and you act hard (playin’)

[verse 4: secret]
better practice how to duck if i see your -ss (p-ssy)
think the blocks hot now let the heater blast (b-tch)
take some bets how long you think the clip gone last (bet)
dudes giving their opinions like i ever asked (i didn’t)
boy you know you ain’t a rapper stick to freestyling (yeah)
say my name in a track and we gone get violent (p-ssy)
if my bro off a pill he gone get to wildin’ (wildin’)
man you not on my level homie stop trying (stop it)
and the stick on my hip no i’m not lying (i’m not)
and i don’t f-ck with cops man i’m defiant (f-ck ’em)
i be serving every kid man i got clients (plug)
thought my cousin was the plug way i’m supplying (yeah)
and my wrist chris brown i got real diamonds (dancin’)
and if i said i f-cked your b-tch man i’m not lying
slapped her -ss so hard she started crying (b-tch)
baked out my mind got me feeling like i’m flying (woo)

- osa tts lyrics

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