Play Too Much
Yeah (Let's Go)
Yeah (Let's Go)
Yeah (Let's Go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's Go)
Win City West, the best secret is kept
Flow sick, I'm spitting phlegm straight up outta my chest
My estate is real, rich in my soul
Still walk around with dead flowers I turn into smoke
I'm the livest, apologies, I'm too honest
A part of me very modest, the other side know he got it
It's
Easy breezy, my girl coverin' notta
All natural, yeah she shake it I thank her momma
Ooh
Baby bad, yeah
Bend that back, yeah
Call me DAD-D-Y, she so nasty
No manners
Feelin' her love handles, I'm gripping on both handles while kissin' her rose petal
Then pedal to the metal, back to the bread dawg
At these rappers heads dawg
Aim and let some lead off
I 'den seen too much, I 'den came too far
Been prayin' in the dark
For the light, then I spark the L 'cause
We don't really take those, so tell me what you sayin' bruh
I keep Ludacris flows to make a hater stand up
And get his bands up
And get his mans up
'Nuff kiddin' around, you boys playin' too much
Yeah
You boys playin' too much
(Yeah)
And all I know is, WINNIN'
Shootin' for the stars, wetter than dishes
I change the weather conditions, my flow gon' give the prediction
Hot flows, comin' through like hot combs
Burn ya scalp, hot smoke, steamin' from ya top yo
Now
Let me cool ya right down, cause I'm groovin' right now
How I'm movin' right now, you too loud pipe down
What's the stakes
Raise it up, make a play
It can happen any day
Trust in God, keep the faith
Lord forgive me for my sins
I 'den took so many losses so I turned 'em into wins
And I pray
All the ones I hurt can make amends
I been fightin' my own demons, I ain't finished, just beginnin'
Pardon my Feng Shui
But every day Sunday
I just stay with the family and watch my bro son play
Can't be out here all day smokin' blunts and parlayin'
Toastin' up in bars, hanging with the fellas, thot chasin'
I got bigger plans
You cool being middle man
I'm just thinking' bigger man
Amazon, Disneyland
It might take a minute man, but Guap he don't give a damn
That boy just be working and all you niggas playing
Yeah
You boys playin' too much
You boys playin' too much, ya playin' too much
Playin' too much, playin' too much, yeah you playing
Yeah (Let's Go)
Yeah (Let's Go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's Go)
Win City West, the best secret is kept
Flow sick, I'm spitting phlegm straight up outta my chest
My estate is real, rich in my soul
Still walk around with dead flowers I turn into smoke
I'm the livest, apologies, I'm too honest
A part of me very modest, the other side know he got it
It's
Easy breezy, my girl coverin' notta
All natural, yeah she shake it I thank her momma
Ooh
Baby bad, yeah
Bend that back, yeah
Call me DAD-D-Y, she so nasty
No manners
Feelin' her love handles, I'm gripping on both handles while kissin' her rose petal
Then pedal to the metal, back to the bread dawg
At these rappers heads dawg
Aim and let some lead off
I 'den seen too much, I 'den came too far
Been prayin' in the dark
For the light, then I spark the L 'cause
We don't really take those, so tell me what you sayin' bruh
I keep Ludacris flows to make a hater stand up
And get his bands up
And get his mans up
'Nuff kiddin' around, you boys playin' too much
Yeah
You boys playin' too much
(Yeah)
And all I know is, WINNIN'
Shootin' for the stars, wetter than dishes
I change the weather conditions, my flow gon' give the prediction
Hot flows, comin' through like hot combs
Burn ya scalp, hot smoke, steamin' from ya top yo
Now
Let me cool ya right down, cause I'm groovin' right now
How I'm movin' right now, you too loud pipe down
What's the stakes
Raise it up, make a play
It can happen any day
Trust in God, keep the faith
Lord forgive me for my sins
I 'den took so many losses so I turned 'em into wins
And I pray
All the ones I hurt can make amends
I been fightin' my own demons, I ain't finished, just beginnin'
Pardon my Feng Shui
But every day Sunday
I just stay with the family and watch my bro son play
Can't be out here all day smokin' blunts and parlayin'
Toastin' up in bars, hanging with the fellas, thot chasin'
I got bigger plans
You cool being middle man
I'm just thinking' bigger man
Amazon, Disneyland
It might take a minute man, but Guap he don't give a damn
That boy just be working and all you niggas playing
Yeah
You boys playin' too much
You boys playin' too much, ya playin' too much
Playin' too much, playin' too much, yeah you playing
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Writer(s): Coby Myles
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