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mr.bp - play ball lyrics

[intro]
(give up to the almighty)

[verse]
find out when you f_ck around, the east side, we don’t play around
we terrorize the city, that’s the reason we don’t see ’em out
ain’t speakin’ on my name, boy, don’t ask for me to hear you out
your b_tch up in the [?][0:20], don’t wanna speak, she full up in her mouth
i ain’t hatin’ none of these rappers, their success, man, yeah, that’s good for them
they wouldn’t try to sneak diss in a song, they know what’s good for them
block hot, they got kryptonite for n_ggas think they superman
get busy, homie, spinnin’ all them blocks, but we gon’ spin again
y’all n_ggas talk too much, stitch his mouth so he don’t tell again
don’t do no conversations on the ig, hit my telegram
f_ck them hoes, their hands is gettin’ flowers, i want h_lla bands
unless you been through h_lla, bae, motherf_ckers wouldn’t understand
when i die, just slide, i just wanna hear their mama cry
pull up like the terrifier, leave them n_ggas terrified
i prefer to slide all on my lonely, i don’t need my guys
don’t make me wanna be just like that guy, i ain’t gotta try
ain’t no old me, that lil’ n_gga, yeah, we buried him
heard your man got jabbed, boy, i love the man that murdered him
the [?][1:00] to be up in the hood, we ain’t heard of him
we ridin’ through the hood, we yellin’ set so you know we spinnin’
police tried to ask about a crime, man, i don’t know who did it
opps don’t really want it, we be scorin’ on they older n_ggas
d_ck_ridin’ b_tches with the opps, you get spanked with ’em
stay with it, [?] hoppin’ out and hit his face with it
[?] crowded in the city, got no place in it
leave a n_gga toe tagged, he slidin’ in that blue scat
nina kinda h_rny, she be f_ckin’ n_ggas face tats
sick on this side, all my members got a face mask
jakes ain’t f_ckin’ with us, keepin’ [?] for the gang task
thanks for invitation, baby, tell me where the safe at
just got visitation and these n_ggas think they need that
them boys don’t really want it, on the court, we tryna play ball
n_ggas ain’t gon’ slide for their big homie, they gon’ take loss
i’m a sore loser, if they score then knock their face off
opps be teamin’ up, so one_by_one, they gettin’ picked off
you feel me?

- mr bp

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