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play around - allstar jr lyrics

[intro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
(let’s get a bag)
get a what?

[verse 1]
allstar, n*gga, with that money long as [?] (i’m havin’)
couple dollars on me case they catch me with this bird
n*gga wanna hit my crib, gotta shootout to the ‘burbs
my baby quit sub*tweeting before i buy your b*tch a purse
my dope still uncut (for real), it’s still truckloads
i’m still f*ckin’ every b*tch from harper woods to joy road
still letting aunty sherry help me get the boy gone
still got a couple lists that i can put the boys on
brand*new fin, n*gga, i spent a thou’ on it (yeah)
run up trippin’, b*tch, i’ma put some miles on it
b*tch, that ain’t no head, you need to put some slob on it
n*gga, that ain’t no scale until you put some pounds on it
free my n*gga, we’ve been talkin’ on thе kiosk (free the gang)
still on my paper route, i feel likе key glock
still trailin’ my workers, i never trust hoes
and don’t you fight her, you’ve been knowin’ she got f*cked on

[chorus]
i’m the n*gga that don’t play around (that don’t play around)
serve cuz a quarter, but really play with pounds (i really play with ‘bows)
this work gon’ get me twenty years or d*mn near eighty thou’ (d*mn near eighty racks)
i take my chances with the eighty, watch me break it down
ayy
i’m that n*gga that don’t play around (that don’t play around)
serve cuz a quarter, but really play with pounds (i really play with ‘bows)
this work gon’ get me twenty years or d*mn near eighty thou’ (d*mn near eighty racks)
i take my chances with the eighty, watch me break it down (break some sh*t right down)
[verse 2]
i seen a brick or two, my hollows nipsey blue
soon as nipsey died, these n*ggas nipsey too
i ain’t mad at these hoes, these n*ggas b*tches too (i swear)
my n*ggas got the blues, i still get busy too (for real)
i be sayin’ prayers for wop, my n*gga mama died
my baby need a million, he ain’t got a lot of time
i wanna help my n*gga, he ain’t gotta steal and rob (no)
he really with them guys, sn*tch narcotics out the sky
get a bag gang, aka come get a check for us
i remember back when we was just get a zip boys
really in this bag, what a n*gga need a b*tch for?
buy some for my boxers, you should come and get this b*tch, boy
mixin’ with the yola, next trip should get me over
i’m tight as h*ll, but i just spent four*fifty on a soda
i’m tight as h*ll with some young n*ggas that’s down to blow you
i might as well shoot to the hood, this batch over

- allstar jr lyrics

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