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sleepyy - piano play lyrics

(verse 1)
you rap about guns
rap about drugs
rap about chains
all your madams
hard to believe, i think you lyin’
look like a b-tch, you can keep tryin’
talk about fast cars, fast checks, big money, hood fame
oh man, godd-mn
keep that sh-t in your mind
rap to my baby my hand on her thigh
my d-ck in her eyes
she wanna be mine
looking at me – there’s a dead sky
i’m a dead star
i’m a dead boy
calling me brokeboi
she call me papi
hop in my rari
let’s stay home
f-ck all these parties
louis vuitton
my sweater vlone
smokin’ that prada
eating guava (yah yah)

(hook)
so i play on my b-tch like piano
play on my b-tch like piano
yeah i play on my b-tch like piano
play on my b-tch like piano
yeah i play on my b-tch like piano
play on my b-tch like piano
i got dat sauce so my b-tch like rihanna
(2x)

(verse 2)
i’m on a high note
high note made me screamin’ like meek
play with a p-ssy like peek
yeah, what, hit wit a stick
stay in the sp-ce like i’m rick
countin’ them bands yeah i fl!ck
ah, yah, smoking my lemonade never take a lame b-tch on a date
yah, yah, yah
huarache on my feet
b-tch don’t play with my clique
i don’t play with them xannies
throwing up fifties
i’m a young reckless

(hook)

- sleepyy lyrics

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