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Play Games
Play Games (feat. Chingy)
In these streets
We don't play games Like it's EA
Spin through blocks Like a DJ
I bring so much bud to the strip
When the re up lands gang calling it green day
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick Like it's relay
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick like it's relay
In the streets
We don't play games Like it's Ubisoft
Run up to your Door and we boot it off
Raid your trap and we move your crop
We ain't gotta spend nothing still making prof
Step with 3gs like it's wifi
Disrespect gang we gonna let bine fly
You don't want beef with my guys
You see this 9 rise you best dash and try hide
My sets too tapped And they know this
Hand ting came from the Polish
Bill up a spliff then we rolling
Tryna find out where these wastemen are posted
And this dings ain't rented it's stolen
So if we decamp we ain't gotta pay the fee
Rip up man's shirt Hulk Hogan
Rambo blade got serated teeth
In these streets
We don't play games Like it's EA
Spin through blocks Like a DJ
I bring so much bud to the strip
When the re up lands gang calling it green day
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick Like it's relay
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick like it's relay
Turn my opps into vegetables
Watch me chop the crop
Chemicals, gotta move this box
Put a bullet in his metal, run this block
How you gonna talk on Microsoft
I get down, get busy with a switchblade
Take out his heart from his ribcage
I'll kill off his family, his mates
Big stainless or the nine or the big gauge
We got shotguns and handguns
Pop a pistol get back, get back don't swing and miss
All my fucking paigons man they ain't on piss
Don't get caught on the paigon strip
The gang busy getting money doing money moves
No time for the beef, we ain't childish Tues
All them man are broke, why the fuck
You think they tryna stain me
For my creps and my Canada Goose
I moved out of Ireland, that's how it goes
Demotivating place tryna reach my goals
Got numbers in the millis check the score
Don't get it twisted back then still kick in doors
I moved out of Ireland, that's how it goes
Demotivating place tryna reach my goals
Got numbers in the millis check the score
Don't get it twisted back then still
We don't play games Like it's EA
Spin through blocks Like a DJ
I bring so much bud to the strip
When the re up lands gang calling it green day
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick Like it's relay
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick like it's relay
In the streets
We don't play games Like it's Ubisoft
Run up to your Door and we boot it off
Raid your trap and we move your crop
We ain't gotta spend nothing still making prof
Step with 3gs like it's wifi
Disrespect gang we gonna let bine fly
You don't want beef with my guys
You see this 9 rise you best dash and try hide
My sets too tapped And they know this
Hand ting came from the Polish
Bill up a spliff then we rolling
Tryna find out where these wastemen are posted
And this dings ain't rented it's stolen
So if we decamp we ain't gotta pay the fee
Rip up man's shirt Hulk Hogan
Rambo blade got serated teeth
In these streets
We don't play games Like it's EA
Spin through blocks Like a DJ
I bring so much bud to the strip
When the re up lands gang calling it green day
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick Like it's relay
Bro really wants to light up the block
So I pass my broski the stick like it's relay
Turn my opps into vegetables
Watch me chop the crop
Chemicals, gotta move this box
Put a bullet in his metal, run this block
How you gonna talk on Microsoft
I get down, get busy with a switchblade
Take out his heart from his ribcage
I'll kill off his family, his mates
Big stainless or the nine or the big gauge
We got shotguns and handguns
Pop a pistol get back, get back don't swing and miss
All my fucking paigons man they ain't on piss
Don't get caught on the paigon strip
The gang busy getting money doing money moves
No time for the beef, we ain't childish Tues
All them man are broke, why the fuck
You think they tryna stain me
For my creps and my Canada Goose
I moved out of Ireland, that's how it goes
Demotivating place tryna reach my goals
Got numbers in the millis check the score
Don't get it twisted back then still kick in doors
I moved out of Ireland, that's how it goes
Demotivating place tryna reach my goals
Got numbers in the millis check the score
Don't get it twisted back then still
Credits
Writer(s): Calum Murray
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