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dj squeeky - playaz gotta stay paid كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: primo]
now as i creep with the force of a tide
nothing for real, though, lookin’ like a k!ller
standin’ six feet, full of pimpin’, gangsta livin’, mane i ain’t slippin’
strapped with them thangs
down with the mound, so recognize this p
[?], project playaz, can you feel it, g?
all up in yo’ ass like a ten foot pole
kickin’, simpin’, [?] and give me your soul
on one_way strip, straight to h_ll
got my pockets bail
no more heroes
no five_o, just pimpin’ and steady cash flow
i’m hittin’ you b_tches, (?) like a tank
smokin’ dank, for (?) everything
and i’m constantly counting my bank
i ain’t f_ck up out a d_mn thang, i’m still on my hustle
as i count (?) with my negro, but really though
my n_i double g_a’s got my back, they show no slackin’
if you come in with some ana, i’ll beat, they (?) into a (?)
break yo’ self, ’cause my clique is just too thick, so how you figure
that a g like myself won’t die for my n_ggas?
[verse 2: tom skeemask]
put a lasso on that b_tch, fool, i got my nine millimeter
buster better recognize, n_ggas gonna stand with the nov clique then i’m headed to the mound
pimps don’t die, what’s up skee? how the f_ck you figure, g?
playas gotta have their cheese in their pockets
then these b_tches try to knock it
blame it on a train, that’s a (?), give it to me mane
b_tch wanna start playin’ childish games
back on the mound, ready to clown, sippin’ on a pint of crown
doin’ things i’ve never done, even as a child when i was young
pick up the (?), talk that sh_t, this b_tch just got dropped in a ditch
fist full of bricks on a track makin’ cheese, b_tch, n_gga start supportin’ my need
pick up the sweets, break up the weed, this is the b_tch, back on her knees
classified as a ho, put it in my arm, (?)
get on a track, make me the cheese, b_tch, are you beggin’, or are you pleased?
one less n_gga talkin’ sh_t, gotta be a (?) this pimpin’ is just too thick
pick up the cash slow, headed for the front door
n_gga you just lost yo’ ho
she gave me yo’ cheese, i think it was a g
d_mn fool, don’t you know i’m (?)
out of time, i’m gettin’ laid, skeemask finna get paid

[chorus: {?} & dj squeeky]
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d_do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
playaz gotta stay (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
o_orange mound bound fool, blowin’ n_ggas ass off
playaz gotta stay (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d_do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
[verse 3: dj zirk]
n_ggas wanna trip, i got that thang for yo’ ass
(?) you with that sh_t, but too thick is quick to blast
rollin’ through them b_tch, boys’ hood with that sawed_off
n_ggas packin’ them tones ’cause it’s on, ain’t no love lost
tryna be a player, but you crossin’ like a ho
it’s time to get my 4_4, and rob all you hoes
packin’ what you lackin’, got them k!llers on yo’ tape
just a flodgin’_ass n_gga, wanna be real, wanna be a player
creepin’ out the dark, and i’m stainin’ on you, b_tches
catch you slippin’ in a chevy, you a dead ass trick
smile up in my face, you got some ana on yo’ mind, ho
real n_gga jackin’ cause we packin’ on the for real, though
f_ck all you n_ggas, you so called k!llers
real g playas got no love for them n_ggas
orange mound too trill, lockin’ them b_tches in my trunk
kickin’ back like a playa, sippin’ on crown, smokin’ on blunts

[verse 4: criminal manne]
1_2_3, it’s me, criminal manne, straight from project p
back once again, strapped with them (?), don’t talk to me, i need the cheese
[?] chevy thang but first, you know i grip my nine glock
pop any busta mothaf_cka’ that wanna test me while i make it to the top
hit my dog, lil’ bro, told him to plan, meet me on 7th street
scooped him straight from the north, holla at my boys, now we ride four deep
(?) strap with them thangs, peelin’ off to try to find my mane
some busta gon’ drop it off to a player (now do you understand?)
just down the street with the glock in my hand, time to play the stick_up, man
(?) ballin’, tryna think of a master plan
my n_gga said: (i know a big busta on the other side of town), aight, bet dog
bail straight to the house, kicked down the door, tell them get up out our hall ((?))
(?), lil’ bro stuck that clip in, i ran straight to the back with my gat caught n_ggas sleepin’
as i c_ck my tone (?) them bustas knew what time it was
criminal manne’s a pimp, b_tch i gotta get mine, ’cause
[chorus: {?} & dj squeeky]
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d_do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
o_orange mound pound, fool, blowin’ n_ggas pants off
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d_do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
o_orange mound bound, fool, blowin’ n_ggas ass off
playaz gotta stay paid (paid!), or we’ll commit a robbery
d_do you know the phonk? sko will shoot you (?)

[outro: dj zirk]
orange mound, orange mound, orange mound, orange mound
orange mound, orange mound, orange mound, orange mound
orange mound, orange mound, orange mound, orange mound
orange mound, orange mound, b_blowin’ n_ggas ass off

- dj squeeky

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