the twisted prince - play yo position lyrics
[chorus: the twisted prince]
play yo position, don’t walk out of bounds
too hot for the kitchen, go break down a pound
hoes come around, to lay up with the hound
lil b+tch i’m the prince, gotta give up the crown
[verse 1: the twisted prince]
how you shooting shots, but you bringing blanks
we smoking gas, ts dripped out the tank
go hit the bank, and then go get the stank
don’t hit this blunt hard, cuh this ain’t what you thank
yeen put in on sh+t, give a f+ck how you feel
smoking on opps, i’d be d+mned if i’m ganked
you wanna get high go and pop you a pill
worried bout mines, that lil boat went and sank
i lay it down baby, no need to thank
pull it out, clean it off, treat it just like a shank
lip full of nut, d+mn near poured you a drank
i keep you in private, you don’t got a rank
kod the cat, hit her ass with the trank
told her to strip, from her head to her anks
you smoking d+ck, if i ain’t smoking dank
aye suh i’m a soulja, best believе imma crank
[chorus: the twisted prince]
play yo position, don’t walk out of bounds
too hot for the kitchen, go break down a pound
hoеs come around, to lay up with the hound
lil b+tch i’m the prince, gotta give up the crown
[verse 2: the twisted prince]
constantly talm bout some dracs, them lil birds ain’t gone sang
n+ggas out sn+tching lives but you worried about a chain
make her leave like a rake, and come back like she aang
betty white, watch me bake all these b+tches with game
talking bout she hit different, she really the same
you need to ketchup, go and get you a stain
what you sipping lil bruh, ts look kinda strange
you pitching, i’m hitting, knocked straight out the game
the carbon dioxide went into your brain
the bullet heat up and explodes with a range
you claim you a dogg, cause you serving some caine
say you all about money, i’m about to make change
[verse 3: the twisted prince]
when i put on this mf silk, it’ll shock her
told me she like chicken, well i’m finna c+ck her
that hoe was a dyk+ in disguise, but i rocked her
her girlfriend f+cked round and realized, then she socked her
baby quit talking bout goals this ain’t soccer
don’t want the ass, just the mouth and the knockers
wanna go back and forth, but my name is not roger
when you come around, then i turn to a dodger
play yo position, just back they ass down
this doggy 2 twisted, he fresh out the pound
lil b+tch i don’t beef, hoe go eat you a whopper
i break you some proper, hoe come get your rounds
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