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dj lucky l - play for keeps (feat. la capone) كلمات الأغنية

we play for keeps
the whole hood know me
no new n-ggas, they ain’t on the block
making guap trying to feed the team
got a motherf-cking dot no circle
big 30 hanging out, no curfew
one call, yeah booka gone murk you
sneak diss, man that’s gone hurt you
oh yeah, we taking sh-t
steady running from the jakes and sh-t
when we reach the top
we could stop doing this basic sh-t
cause i’ll ride or die for my n-ggas
i’ll get crucified for my n-ggas
you’ll never see a one on one, f-ck boy
the whole squad gone get you
these n-ggas so phony though
they’ll act like your homie, though
’til they see some bands, but it ain’t your mans
he just bail like romeo
and i’m still by the corner store
f-ck all this rapping, bro
might think it’s a concert
and get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho
now roll that dope sh-t
on the block we smoking sh-t
and n-ggas die cause the cops
come quicker than the motherf-cking doctor, sh-t
it’s one thing i never did
and that’s love a b-tch
cause i’m drilling sh-t
i only love my clique
my og told me to slow down
i see an opp then he get blowed down
take him down then smoke his whole pound
ah, they deep, huh? empty the round
get caught but i won’t make a sound
but it’s dead cause i’m shooting out of town
we sell green and white but no brown
i’m finna bust a sh-ll right now
these n-ggas ain’t really in the field
little folks going in for the k!ll
late night trying to creep with the steel
shondale, how that hot sh-t feel?
and i love when i’m off that pill
can’t change boy i’m too real
they say real n-ggas don’t say they real
well f-ck n-gga i’m real
and if he can’t break bread he fake
i had one more buck on my plate
it was me and bro, we was in the store
and both of us got 50 cent cake
a b-tch can’t tell me she late
the condoms i use don’t break
we at the starting point of this race
we gone win, n-gga i can’t wait
rondo’ll count with your soul
gdk f-ck a brick, get exposed
in the hood, strapped up, bunch of poles
jakes sn-tch me up and you know i can’t fold
600, free my n-gga, d-rose
all these hoes kind of getting too old
i ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs
n-ggas get smoked
yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
and if he holding on that work he get robbed
tec on my neck, i don’t need no bodyguard
these n-ggas be crazy
these n-ggas don’t tote
these n-ggas think it’s a joke
let me see an opp, i’m a blow
see a lot of n-ggas say i changed
cause rondo done made a little change
i still claim the set i claimed
and i ain’t going, try to take my chain
d-block, free my n-gga m-thang
steve drive, that’s my campaign
and i would never switch, that just don’t exist
cuz, that’s been on my name
yeah, i’m a shooter b-tch
tay 600 up them rugers quick
deadbeat pops, got raised by the block
i was trying to make it flip
he was probably with his moms
he was probably on the porch
since a youngin, b-tch i been that n-gga
i was blowing the torch
you know how i rock, n-gga
they know how i rock, n-gga
cdai got 22 shots, n-gga
add 8 more, that’s a mop, n-gga
n-ggas do all that talk
my n-ggas don’t come from that code
rock a opp, they could take that loss
600, b-tch, rondo the boss

- dj lucky l

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