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lirik lagu too playa – lil zay

[intro]
(once again, i’m locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)
let’s go
uh, uh (we love you, perc)
ayy, woah

[chorus]
all my life, i been steppin’ (been steppin’)
i ride with two choppers, gon’ do ’em like melly (gon’ do ’em like melly)
we took him down, spinned his block in a caddy (skrrt)
young trap n*gga, got ‘bows in the attic (got ‘bows in the attic, n*gga)
i been had a bankroll way before rappin’
i can’t f*ck the same ho, b*tch, i’m too player (i’m too player)
i found a plug in la through the mail (through the mail)
i only sell ‘bows, i don’t need a scale (yup, i don’t need a scale)
they counted me out, they slept on a n*gga
i got out of jail and turnt up on these n*ggas (turnt up on thesе n*ggas)
wop came and got me, this sh*t too official (yup)
i been had a bag, this sh*t done got biggеr (this sh*t done got, woah)
reach for my necklace and i’m uppin’ this pistol (i’m uppin’ it)
i ain’t goin’ for sh*t, i ain’t budgin’ with ’em (on god)
i just f*cked this b*tch in the back of the sprinter (smash)
cubans on my neck cost a dub or better

[verse]
i just made a thirty today in a whole ‘nother state (in a whole ‘nother state)
just jumped off a jet to a motherf*ckin’ play (on god)
had to get me some money, i ain’t got time to wait
if you broke, my n*gga, i can’t relate (nope, yup, yup, go)
i never see none of my opps at the bank
but they stay on the internet, swear that sh*t g*y (that n*gga g*y)
talkin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to me
you gon’ two or three shooters, this sh*t nothin’ new to me (two or three, yup)
i’m posted up where the shooters be (where the shooters be)
and i ain’t tuckin’ none of my jewelry, ayy (on god)
so many shots came behind me, he thought it was two of me (thought it was two of me)
walked his ass down in some double g, gang (in some double g, gang)
both of my watches, they cost like an eighty*piece
n*ggas can’t even catch up with me, gang (yup)
i’m in a whole ‘nother league
young n*gga got rich off pushin’ these p’s (on god)
i ride with snipers (i ride with snipers)
we tryna push up, don’t do the typin’ (we don’t do the typin’, n*gga)
we ride strikers (we ride strikers, n*gga)
we gon’ pull up strapped like we dykin’ (we strapped like we dykin’, n*gga)
that’s your b*tch? i’ma pipe her (yup)
pass that ho to the gang, i just one*night her (one*night her)
ayy, i just stepped on an opp in some louis v clothes
ain’t doin’ the show, i can’t bring in the pole, on gang (yup)
[chorus]
all my life, i been steppin’ (been steppin’, been steppin’)
i ride with two choppers, gon’ do ’em like melly (gon’ do ’em like melly)
we took him down, spinned his block in a caddy (skrrt)
young trap n*gga, got ‘bows in the attic (got ‘bows in the attic, n*gga)
i been had a bankroll way before rappin’
i can’t f*ck the same ho, b*tch, i’m too player (i’m too player)
i found a plug in la through the mail (through the mail)
i only sell ‘bows, i don’t need a scale (yup, i don’t need a scale)
they counted me out, they slept on a n*gga
i got out of jail and turnt up on these n*ggas (turnt up on these n*ggas)
wop came and got me, this sh*t too official (yup)
i been had a bag, this sh*t done got bigger (this sh*t done got, woah)
reach for my necklace and i’m uppin’ this pistol (i’m uppin’ it)
i ain’t goin’ for sh*t, i ain’t budgin’ with ’em (on god)
i just f*cked this b*tch in the back of the sprinter (smash)
cubans on my neck cost a dub or better

- lil zay

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