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rick ross - gunplay lyrics

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i’m sittin at the table, countin’ my money
ain’t where i wanna be but i got a few hundreds
a lot of talk on the streets like a n-gg- crossin’ me
well, that’s somethin’ i gotta see

is it how my chain swings? tired of ma face
tellin’ lies, getting n-gg-s wives tied up and raped
similar to da mob, deeper than a rap
all you n-gg-s gettin’ robbed, all the cell phones tapped

bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
yeah, they want a n-gg- dead, they envy my success
to be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin’
hundred rounds in da drum

n-gg-s gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
n-gg-s snitchin’, i know b-tches who clippin’ your d-ck off
i’ma boss champagne with the steak
pink rose jay sittin’ ace by da case

brisco line, 2 young n-gg-s, what it do
he gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
that’s love, we go back to the blue house
and if she bad enough, may take her to da new house

my maserati be da new body
got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
i got her sleepin’ in the king size
last night i had tha b-tch sittin’ ring side

you wanna go that route, go there
i been on this road before
(uh, huh)
i know gunplay, you know gunplay
(yeah)

i’m shootin for the win but ready for the loss
both bags on the tip on my finger
yellin’ bring it, i’m swingin’ dat iron
(dat iron)
when i’m swingin’ dat iron
(dat iron)

ain’t thinkin’ ’bout time
ain’t thinkin’ ’bout mine
ain’t thinkin’ bout dying

my n-gg- so street, my swisha so sweet
all this money on the table, how a n-gg- gon’ sleep
speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil
blowin’ herb, chauffer plus home in new zeal through

beat the case like gotti, we the trill murder inc
i erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink
look dead in her eye, it’s da end of the road
in the purple maybach means dat i’m getting’ more dough

smell the christian dior, i used to be poor
when you cross florida lines, boy, i’m your leor
b–bi boys steal, b–bi boy’s real
you can name a lot of lames that the b–bi boys killed

brisco line to young n-gg-, what it do
said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring ’em through
that’s love, we go back to da blue house
and if he brought enough i may buy me a new house

you wanna go that route, go there
i been on this road before
(uh, huh)
i know gunplay, you know gunplay
(yeah)
i’m shootin for the win but ready for the loss
both bags on the tip on my finger

yellin’ bring it, i’m swingin’ dat iron
(dat iron)
when i’m swingin’ dat iron
(dat iron)

ain’t thinkin’ ’bout time
ain’t thinkin’ ’bout mine
ain’t thinkin’ bout dying

n-gg- how i’m livin’, d-mn near dying
for every digit i get, f-ck they know ’bout that
i aint never put sh-t on the line, just sh-t in they rhyme
i shoot a n-gg- sh-t on a rhyme

wanna bet n-gg-, you ain’t a threat n-gg-
never seen a laptop in da projects n-gg-
just powder, cut with comet, f-ck them comics
convicts and buyin’ it, if they ain’t coppin’ or fryin’ it

then don’t get a n-gg- fired up behind sum
f-ck sh-t, ma n-gg- don’t want this
who dat, who dat behind the curtain
i’ll merk ’em, wizard of oz n-gg-s

hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury
i see ’em shootin’ up all that f-ck sh-t
it’s getting’ ugly, got torch on the line
said he got a couple nuns, i told him
grab two koo, bring ’em on through

you wanna go that route, go there
i been on this road before
(uh, huh)
i know gunplay, you know gunplay
(yeah)

i’m shootin for the win but ready for the loss
both bags on the tip on my finger
yellin’ bring it, i’m swingin’ dat iron
(dat iron)
when i’m swingin’ dat iron
(dat iron)

ain’t thinkin’ ’bout time
ain’t thinkin’ ’bout mine
ain’t thinkin’ bout dying

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