Corrección Letra Play With Us par YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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(Juppy on the beat)
(D-Roc)
Woo

Huh, who that is? Look
Fuck me good then give that bitch some bands and tell that bitch shut up
Run my hood, I call it home of land, come there I put you up
Outside like we some Backyardigans, you ain't gon' fuck with us
Play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay fresh as fuck, bring opps that major pain

In the streets like some A's, I'm committed
For's on the cutlass and Bentley
Hoes wanna suck me and lick me
My grandfather gravedigging pendant
Redo my whites at the dentist
Crack open the pint then I sip it
What we drink nothing but that lean
No water, I'm way too too serious
Prices on my head, I get you dead, you talk accepting that
Youngboy, I'm AI, soon as you die, I get right back to racks
Pussy bitch, that's code red, I get right on your ass
Matter fact, whoever dropped that sack, I'm talking 'bout doubling that
Get the drop, we do something bad
All them fives, I love they ass
Come outside and then ya' smashed
Or on the E-way swerve your ass
Let some shots from out the Jag' then exit once we tear it up
Wet the back of the rental then don't stop shooting 'til we pass 'em up
Steel go up for DDawg, tell 'em that's my main mane
Go tell 'em I say free Phat Beezy out that chain gang
Young nigga pop out that window and let your brain hang
They was playing games, it's just resulted to a bloody mane

Brand-new Lamborghini, I took that G-Wagon, got it raised
I'm gon' make you bitches bleed and go six feet behind lil' Dave
On that mattress with that stain I lay, whole life like a maze
We get active, ain't no acting, man, your ho name put in vain
No matter what I say my prayers, we was raised like that
38, 6, Chippewa, we was made like that
Inside the backyard, it be bricks, we had played like that
In Northside, it's cut through fences, get you sprayed like that
Macho man, we get that money
Macho man, drumming your gun, yeah
Pull up, hop out, dump it, I just dump it, dump it, dump it
Draw down, better not freeze up, fucking dummy
Hunt you down about that money
Get you bust up, I go all out if my kids ain't got no money
Glock fit right with Helmut Lang, pussy, stay inside your lane
Fuck you and what you been saying, I'm a fucking grown man
Blow that strap, hit you you're done, thirty thirty knock out your brain
V12 motor blow the engine in the Mulsanne, switching lanes
My lil' bitch ain't never finished, she still ride me to this day
Never leave me, if I need her, she gon' sign her name on things
Get the box, ship the Shyne jewels, I'm a well-rounded man
I'm wit' Meek, can't get with the youth, they tryna take a nigga name
I'm gon' take me a Xan' and Percocet to keep from going insane
I'm gon' splurge on me a bitch all just because I could
Crips and bloods in this bitch, bad bitch tryna give me hugs
You could mug in this bitch and get your ass filled up with slugs
Could be up late tryna see what the fucking play is
Tryna make some cake, tryna buy me a brand-new crib
Remember my stomach ache, I'm hungry, I ain't have shit for real
Remember I shot that Drac' from the corner, I get that shit for real

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