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ybn lil bro - all that playin lyrics

[intro: acey]
(okay jones)
yeah

[chorus: acey]
quickest way to get your head bust is doin’ all that playin’
you got poles, we got poles too, so why you tryna play?
not the type to snitch up on my mans, you’ll probably take the stand
‘fore we have to get it out the booth, we got it out the bag, uh+uh
throw it in the sky, watch it do a dance, uh+uh
all those sticks got drums, we look like a band, uh+uh
got it out the mud, i ain’t wash my hands, uh+uh
you weren’t switchin’ sides, that wasn’t in the plan, uh+uh

[verse 1: ybn lil bro]
i don’t know her name, i like her ’cause she bad
real bad, for a bag, i have her tell me where you at
told the b+tch i love her, but really be playin’ with her head
forever gang, they know we gon’ rock out ’til we all dead
what’s his name? i done forgot his sh+t, i f+cked that n+gga b+tch
couple n+ggas think they f+ckin’ with me, tell me how that is
back then, i was the youngest n+gga out here sellin’ bricks
i ain’t the hardest n+gga out, gon’ ‘head, doubt a n+gga then
shooter des with me, he known for hoppin’ out the whip
stop playin’ with me ‘fore we get to boxin’ n+ggas in
tried to get up but he couldn’t, know a couple of ’em dead
get bands, f+ck friends, ain’t with that buddy+buddy sh+t
[verse 2: acey]
i told that b+tch not tryna f+ck, ain’t on that lovey+dovey sh+t
ain’t gotta worry ’bout if i’m lackin’, all these bl!ckies in the whip
if you my brother, i’ll do that time for you, just say it how it is
and it’s too late to take back sh+t i said, i did what i did
grown man, got up on my own, start bangin’ out the crib
everybody with me felons, we still totin’ to the end
you only slidin’ in your verses, we pick dracies before pens
if you wanna catch some smoke, we roll you up, just drop a pin

[verse 3: ybn lil bro]
i do this sh+t for real, when you gon’ get this sh+t through your head?
i know how it feel to take off and never look back
one thing the streets taught me is how to get respect
real street n+gga, it feel good to get a rap check
made fifty on my block, but that was off the back end
b+tch, i’m into gettin’ money, i ain’t into romance
a n+gga tried to rob my cousin ’til he shot his broke ass
stop playin’ with my camp like we ain’t on that

- ybn lil bro lyrics

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