To Be Played 歌詞
To Be Played - Big Tymers
Shout out to my motherf**king self
Ya heardz
I'm talking bout these b**ches
These hoes
These play a** niggaz
I ain't the one
That get your tune up and you all done b**ch
I'm looking nothing like your momma son
You get me messed up
Guess what I ain't him
Get up and pick your sh*t up
And go with him
Nothing nada Nathanial
I can't stand you
Can you leave
F**ked up w**d
Please can you
Leave my sh*t
Stanky a** b**ch
F**k your a** ho
A ni**a still rich
My lawyer stay down
Lay down
And play the playground
You joke a** broke a**
Ran out of smoke a**
Gay a** oh
B**ch touch the wall
Old sissy a** wannabe
Missy a** y'all
Some of these niggaz are b**ches too
Look at yourself
It could be you
But that's the way they do it bro
I always knew that though
Ni**a had gays in his ways
Cos he walk with a
Switch twitch
Funny looking b**ch
Nobody likes you
Fake a** snitch
You need more people
We don't believe you
F**k you in your a**
You can never be my equal
I ain't the one
To get played like a pool party
Trick money
Get nothing b**ch
Get the f**k
Give me something for my money ma
You know the score
Long dick big pimps
Got to get more
Get dough off tha dro
With the cash flow
Laid low
Fo deep on the indo
You tise in pise that's how roll
Ay yo how we roll on them 24's
On tha block
With the rocks with the Calico
New whip new shoes on the benzo
New kick drop bricks in the 6 4
New lift got chicks and they all know
How we ride
How we slide
How we get inside
How we hustle
How we grind
Til the day we die
How we muscle
How we tussle
It's the way of life
You don't see my struggle
All you see is f**kin
No keys
No cheese
No Benz
No nut in
Get up get out
Get the f**k and stop frontin
Get on
Before we spit on
Your whole whack crew
Y'all Niggaz
Do what you do
No keys
No cheese
No Benz
No nut in
Get up get out
Get the f**k and stop frontin
Get on
Before we spit on
Your whole whack crew
Y'all Niggaz
Do what you do
I ain't the one
To get cracked at a dice game
Roll seven hit eleven
Get your money man
Get together pluck a feather
Wear your gold chain
OG young ni**a
Let me do my thing
Came through in the Rolls with the full frame
Zaratoga and with the d**e game
Early 70's
The block had a name
Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing
I ain't the one
Piss me off
And I'm a get the gun
Clear this motherf**ker out
And make them all run
They shoot
Too late to look
Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka Bla
7 wall hard head
Kill them all
I want them dead
Watch your mouth
It's a drought
And they all afraid
The feds got flicks
Of all your clicks
They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks
No keys
No cheese
No Benz
No nut in
Get up get out
Get the f**k and stop frontin
Get on
Before we spit on
Your whole whack crew
Y'all Niggaz
Do what you wanna
Big rill no bits you're cloud
Doesn't chase
Cloud is old