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pyna - mvp lyrics

[verse 1 pyna]
ye, ye, ye, ye
ya’ll know where i be
the modaf+ckin’ mvp
with all the legends coming searching for me
wanna ball in the park
till it gets dark
has been less than a month
pull up and i stunt
everyday trynna put a on show
when i get up in the court is your turn to go
ain’t your friend nor folk or foe
riding on the 64 and i put the shot up
turning nothing into something thats wassup
already froze cold
north of the country more than cool
cold dawg wanna pop the shot
shot, drop it, in the court
tired of going slow put that b+tch on sport
a student of the game
never lived as such
ballin’ everyday that’s a must
working hard playing hard that’s though
hitting 2’s, hitting 3’s and 1’s
you don’t play no d, no fun, boy ya done
ya done
and i just wanna fly like bird ya
and i just wanna fly like bird ya
and i can’t
genetics coming here
f+ckin’ me again
but i’m gonna keep on tryin’
cuz i can’t keep on pryin’
think ya good b+tch syke
crossin ya over skkrrrt nike
darked out disapear at night
you out of sight
ballin’ superman in your face dwight
love the swish man, that sound bite

[verse el bórgia]
yo chill out
cause i’m never leaving that south state of mind
close your eyes my faith might blind
doing overnight success grind
always in the fight you better get behind
the bars these dumb f+cks spitting it’s a easy mangle
boy you stuck for years in the same f+cking angle
complain about the dumb sh+t rappers been saying
but tapes always ready to be playing ay
run upon a gun get it done
your lyrical it’s none since day one
you sound like a b+tch with +n+l bleach
go get some tape close your painful breach
i’m always coming with the destroyer speech
writting facts out of any laywers reach
from my past still a bunch of f+cking haters
to all the blood sucking traitors
keep your mouth close, cause i can’t f+ck with no speculators
no speculators, no speculators

[verse 2 pyna]
everybody just be surprised, 5 in a row
even drunk i better than ya´ll
cook the boys, coppin me a rolls royce
keeping the pace up, giving all a show
all for the joy, i got the game flow
hey, pick up my phone
ring, ring scouts looking i be cashing
step by step how a real man do
euro+steping in ya boo
i go drill by drill
for the game i have more than a feel
for real

- pyna lyrics

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