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swish da god - child’s play lyrics

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child’s place

(hook):
these rappers can give me brain, (argh)

imma let these rappers spit game, (rrr)

but don’t wonder why they ain’t spitting the same

this is child’s play, stay in a child’s place

(dead wrong, you dead wrong, dead wrong, you know you wrong) (oop!)

(verse 1-jahmal):
n-gga don’t hit my line with that i miss you sh-t

i heard it all before, ask the last b-tch, i don’t miss

don’t move to quick for i blast your sh-t

take all your ice n-gga than imma blast your b-tch

sn-tch the keys to the 6 than imma smash your sh-t

sn-tch a plastic from a n-gga and i’ll max that sh-t

clock a b-tch from the back and then i’ll bash her sh-t

physically not verbally, i’m not about that b-tch

i’m not the type of b-tch that sit with a n-gga and lay around

if he think he f-ckin’ without pay, then i’ll lay him down

i see you b-tches talking, so what’s going down?

you b-tches speaking on me, is the word around town!

so what y’all wanna do? is you about too?

gisseupe or the louie pump, b-tch you choose

in any situation b-tch you f-cking lose

i’m number one and you number two

i stay styling in the finest wears

you bum -ss broads is nowhere near, so don’t compare

i got about 20k in the canary on my ears

make ya n-gga pay out, it ain’t free to stay (brk gang!)

(hook):
these rappers can give me brain, (argh)

imma let these rappers spit game, (rrr)

but don’t wonder why they ain’t spitting the same

this is child’s play, stay in a child’s place

(dead wrong, you dead wrong, dead wrong, you know you wrong) (oop!)

(verse 1):
lemme, lemme see what i gotta gotta do (mmmm)

all up in the coupe with my shades, chuck the deuce (b-tch)

stay on top tell these bottoms get the douche

pull up in the wraith i just conjured up a ghoul

he going say i blacked, better ask the white man (d-mn)

they say the album crack, that’s my supply man (oop)

they stay in the back, they my hype man

ghost busters in the act, i see ghost writin’

he wanna f-ck w/ ken, wanna f-ck with dolly (aye)

put the b-tch in my pocket, we don’t f-ck w/ polly (ok)

b-tch we still pop sh-t, we don’t f-ck w/ molly

only way it’s suite (sweet) if i’m in the lobby

yeah we in the hobby, and we k!lling everybody

when i say everybody, blood on my beef and broccolis

and all my n-ggas masked and the move like jabbawockeez

and they all go ape, r.i.p to hamrambe

illuminati, pull up in the ghost (oh)

i’m not talking curry but i’m the goat (whoa)

still eating rap b-tches, i’ll take a to go

oh no! f-ck’em, get the d-ld-!

(hook):
these rappers can give me brain, (argh)

imma let these rappers spit game, (rrr)

but don’t wonder why they ain’t spitting the same

this is child’s play, stay in a child’s place

(dead wrong, you dead wrong, dead wrong, you know you wrong) (oop!)

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