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ρromi$e – i’m a playa lyrics

[intro: promi$e]
aye, this b+tch boutta be a banger bro
(ayo promi$e, ha)
hey i’m in the studio with beyond
(aye, uh, aren’t we missin’ somebody bro?)
we got my n+gga $hu
[?]
(man, we gotta go get ’em, come on, come on)

[verse 1: promi$e]
i’m not sorry, i’m a playa
got a new b+tch, i’ll see you later
way to hot like the equator
n+ggas just mad, cuz they ain’t got no paper
she a bad b+tch, i might have to take her
ex wanted me, i can’t be yo savior
beating her kitty up, h+llo neighbor
doin’ the dash on these n+ggas, speed racer
my ice stay frozen, way to open
hoes so wet, they be wetter then oceans
put in the work, b+tch what’s the commotion
gang pull up, spray down all devotion
yo b+tch a hoe and her legs stay open
selling the pack, but it’s 12, i’m closing
i’m off the za, now a n+gga just dosing
way too high, i know it’s potent (wait, nah)
search and destroy, no hijacked
don’t talk sh+t, lil n+gga you’ll get jacked
just like ronald, i come wit a big mac
only smoke gas, team blowin’ the big pack
these hoes lie, man i swear that sh+t big facts
f+ckin wit me, cuz she know i got real class
that b+tch is too bad, h+ll nah that’s a red flag
pull up on me and that glock go cl!ck clack
i like her cuz she got real sass
counting my bands up quick, that’s real math
b+tch wanna f+ck, but i might have to bypass
ex said i’m crazy, she called me a psychopath
really just dirty, i swear they be needin’ baths
beam got a d+ck, bet i shoot it like laser tag
n+ggas can’t rap, man i swear they be really trash
she wanna f+ck me, cuz she know i’m off the thrax
geeked in the studio, high as f+ck off of dabs
goin’ two hunned, i hope i don’t f+ckin crash (skrrt, skrrt)
call me her father, but i’m not her f+ckin dad
runnin’ this drill wit my gang ain’t no comin back
the way she hold b+lls, could call her a running back (woah)
feeling like gushers, i eat her just like a snack (yeah)
crazy for her, i’m not talking no maniac
they think i’m broke, but they know that i carry stacks
shopping at nike, but we only cop at saks
if you want bud from me, n+gga i gotta tax
n+ggas been lazy, i swear they be really lax
raiding yo house, lil n+gga no mad max
playing my cards right, n+gga no blackjack
don’t test me, keep the strap in my backpack
brand new whip, got smoked on the racetrack (skrrt, skrrt)
know we the main, no time to be sidetracked
(what the f+ck bro, aye we gotta run that back, ahh!)
[verse 2: 7k kelly]
i’m posted up with my twin
you know that we creepin’ in all black (woo)
they say they gon’ rob me, where is you at
cuz i don’t see you getting sh+t back (okay, okay)
the watch on my wrist
that sh+t getting heavy and cold like i wear an ice pack (ice, ice)
they call me a terrorist the way that i snap on this b+tch
now i’m bringing it right back (fah, fah)
the party get turnt in my city, we finna slide to the mof+ckin’ kickback
i’m balling i score with a step back
like wait, like wait
today i’m doing great
choppa got kick, no liu kang (bah, bah)
b+tch i’m boutta blow up like the big bang
not rocking with me, your not gang
she suck my d+ck, she go insane (what, what)
man she do it so good, she got fangs (okay)
i’m high as f+ck, just stopped at canes (skrrt)
man her p+ssy get wet like a hurricane
i’m the rock or a star like my name was dwayne
man i’m so high, i’m outersp+ce
my b+tch so bad, she give me face
i’m young like tay+k, do the race like (skrrt, skrrt)
i’m indiana jones, i won’t leave a trace
i be smoking on thrax, prolly purple haze (what)
my raps getting better, i need a raise (okay)
these bullets make ’em dance, ballet
i need to wake up, hit the café (bah, bah)
b+tch i’m writing this sh+t on a sunday
i’m finna get rich some way (cha+ching)
b+tch imma touch a m like some day
if you playing wit me that’s doomsday (fah, fah)
how fried are you? i say all the way
how i slide with my gang like castaways
you a goofy hoe, need to back away
(aye, aye, aye, aye)
(you a goofy hoe, need to back away)
[outro: promi$e]
i like her cuz she got real sass
counting my bands up quick, that’s real math
b+tch wanna f+ck, but i might have to bypass
ex said i’m crazy, she called me a psychopath
really just dirty, i swear they be needin’ baths
beam got a d+ck, bet i shoot it like laser tag
n+ggas can’t rap, man i swear they be really trash
she wanna f+ck me, cuz she know i’m off the thrax

- ρromie lyrics

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