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pacman da gunman & yhung t.o. - play for keeps lyrics

god don’t make em like me no more
so i gotta ride with my heat fasho
yeah i keep my heat fasho
and these n+ggahs play for keeps fasho
bro won’t go he gone squeeze fasho
designer my feet my t++th fasho

brand new glock
i keep ah pole is you really down
i need to know nah i ain’t worried
they ain’t gon do nothin
put yo foot on on the brake
press the red b+tton
wanna start it up
i ain’t saying nothing
had to hit fast
heard the feds coming

n+ggahs ain’t real
i know bro back up
gotta watch your bro
vv’s sit on top of white gold
yeah n+ggahs ain’t stopping my blow oh oh

press the gas
something real fast
while i’m mean muggin
my s hat bent the corner
and i hit the block and
i lеt it rang where my opps at
loudest n+ggahs talk thе most sh+t
but they love to run to where them cops at
this this appeals to my attitude
when we k!ll a n+ggah we don’t throw the tool

can’t hang with us
can’t bang with us
can’t slang with us
you ain’t made the news
n+ggah this the truth
i ain’t break the rules
i was front line
doing everything you was scared to do

front line with these cuban links
in the war zone with this pole
on flood the hood with like 10 guns
next thing you know i got told on
i’m a rare bread ima black sheep
ima butcher n+ggah when it come to beef
when they call your name
it’s your turn to k!ll don’t call me n+ggah on hood

ride with my heat fasho
yeah i keep my heat fasho
and these n+ggahs play for keeps fasho
bro won’t go he gone squeeze
fasho designer my feet my t++th fasho
brand new glock i keep ah pole
is you really down i need to know
nah i ain’t worried they ain’t gon do nothin
put yo foot on on the brake
press the red b+tton wanna start it up
i ain’t saying nothing had to hit fast heard the feds coming

n+ggahs ain’t real
i know bro back up
gotta watch your bro
vv’s sit on top of white gold
yeah n+ggahs ain’t stopping my blow oh oh

real (?) pacman uh
pull up all black i’m batman
say he in the street
he actin huh brodie
on go he active yeah

once it’s over ain’t no coming back
i thought somebody told ya
real thug life like pac huh
made it through the war zone
ima soldier we ain’t the ones
don’t play with it sense i gave it to bro he stay with it
trynna pull up in ah raith
put some racks in the safe
trynna wrap like six or eight digits
i was just smokin on potent
i’m choking send em to the store
get some more if it’s open
i’m poppin these bottles my wrist
is an ocean they drip down my arm
now my shirt is all soaking

young rich n+ggah
don’t lie tell her drive foreigns
i fly i heard the fake through your voice
yup you see the real through your eyes

cause n+ggahs be acting like they thugs
but just rats in disguise
and i got a glizzy on me right now n+ggah
i ain’t never told no lies

brand new glock
i keep ah pole is you really down
i need to know nah i ain’t worried
they ain’t gon do nothin
put yo foot on on the brake
press the red b+tton
wanna start it up i ain’t saying nothing
had to hit fast heard the feds coming

n+ggahs ain’t real i know
bro back up gotta watch your bro
vv’s sit on top of white gold
yeah n+ggahs ain’t stopping my blow oh oh

god don’t make em like me no more
so i gotta ride with my heat fasho
yeah i keep my heat fasho
and these n+ggahs play for keeps
fasho bro won’t go he gone squeeze fasho
designer my feet my t++th fasho

brand new glock i keep ah pole
is you really down i need to kno
is you really down i need to know
these n+ggahs play for keeps fasho

- pacman da gunman yhung t o lyrics

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