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Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Creep for the night
With the belly on
When we ride
It's another gong
Got shooter's on sight
Tech for the go
So don't hide, you ain't built for this road
Crops been cut up
Another one sold
Hit mans whip up
And take a man's soul
Yards get spun up
And take a man's crow
Beef don't squash
Don't call a man's phone
Free my niggas on the wing uh
Free my bruddas locked in the bin uh
Yeah I know I'm a sinner
Lord forgive me if I rinse my spinner
Yeah
Call me David Blaine
I can make him go away
No face, no case
Send that pussy back to space
We confide
Yes they wrapped just light it
When we ride
We don't do no fighting
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Man run out
Man get bun out
Dun out the whole strap
Get dash out
Man get flung up
Man brung out the whole Mac
Man swung out a blow back hundreds
Then a man run up and throw rats
All day sun out
There's no nuts ring-ring
Then the phone run out of phone batt'
You got your gun out
Shots got rung out
Man hung out the whole batch
Man bun out her the whole batch
They got strung out the no match
Man run out like and go
Lets fuck that, I'm up like Remi
I'm Joe Crach
Run out and throw cash
Man so flashy
I'm so flash
Man got it lock 365
Show time
Man pop it off, 350 live
Man slippin' in with 50 guys
Yet-yet
That big boss that rid the rides
Man's kicking off the big surprise
Man got the ball and kicked a Kyze
Man got this grub and flicked her fries
And nothing Giggs
That's it, goodbye
Nah wait
I'm back to fly London
Next thing I know it's mad Dubai
Gone to November
Back July
Gone from the Free view back to Sky
Man met his matches-matches
I like that
Man get the matches
Flash your light
Man's kicking back with that tonight
Cuz that kitty cat just catched my eye
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Creep for the night
With the belly on
When we ride
It's another gong
Got shooter's on sight
Tech for the go
So don't hide, you ain't built for this road
Crops been cut up
Another one sold
Hit mans whip up
And take a man's soul
Yards get spun up
And take a man's crow
Beef don't squash
Don't call a man's phone
Free my niggas on the wing uh
Free my bruddas locked in the bin uh
Yeah I know I'm a sinner
Lord forgive me if I rinse my spinner
Yeah
Call me David Blaine
I can make him go away
No face, no case
Send that pussy back to space
We confide
Yes they wrapped just light it
When we ride
We don't do no fighting
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Man run out
Man get bun out
Dun out the whole strap
Get dash out
Man get flung up
Man brung out the whole Mac
Man swung out a blow back hundreds
Then a man run up and throw rats
All day sun out
There's no nuts ring-ring
Then the phone run out of phone batt'
You got your gun out
Shots got rung out
Man hung out the whole batch
Man bun out her the whole batch
They got strung out the no match
Man run out like and go
Lets fuck that, I'm up like Remi
I'm Joe Crach
Run out and throw cash
Man so flashy
I'm so flash
Man got it lock 365
Show time
Man pop it off, 350 live
Man slippin' in with 50 guys
Yet-yet
That big boss that rid the rides
Man's kicking off the big surprise
Man got the ball and kicked a Kyze
Man got this grub and flicked her fries
And nothing Giggs
That's it, goodbye
Nah wait
I'm back to fly London
Next thing I know it's mad Dubai
Gone to November
Back July
Gone from the Free view back to Sky
Man met his matches-matches
I like that
Man get the matches
Flash your light
Man's kicking back with that tonight
Cuz that kitty cat just catched my eye
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Ooh eh-eh-eh-ay
Me no play no games, yeah
.45, 35's in the ride
You don't wanna come this way, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson, Errol Bellot, Gabriel Kusimo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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