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old heads play this - prettifun lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
i wasn’t even tryin’ stand—
i wasn’t even tryin’ stand out
time has come, b*tch i’m mad, so keep your head down (hitec, this ho crazy)
i can rap like uzi, but make beats like i’m deadmau5
i don’t play fair with these n*ggas, f*ck a head count
b*tch flexin’ for these hoes, pull the bread out (flexin’ for these hoes)
if you say i’m ass, boy, you lyin’ out your d*mn mouth (out your d*mn mouth)
yeah i keep it cool, but, my b*tch, i don’t play ’bout (i don’t play ’bout)
first, i wasn’t on, but the second shot gon’ lay around (yeah, yeah)
no, you not important, i don’t got nothin’ to say about you
in your city too, n*gga, i don’t need a voucher
i know sh*t look green, my n*gga, but it’s snakes around you
my bro took the perc’, he hid it in the quarter pounder
n*gga, i been at this sh*t for a minute, my style don’t got no founder (yeah, yeah)
every time i made a beat, then cook up, b*tch, i feel like chowder
this one ho wanna put me in the light, guess what? they still ain’t found him
can’t even be outside at the show, guess what? they—

[part ii]

[verse]
huh, uh
how you gon’ run the game over? huh
i am the god of this sh*t, i turn the timex into a rollie
i just been givin’ them hit after hit,
huh, i’m goin’ ‘fit for ‘fit, my drip look endless, your sh*t bogus
n*gga, i switch, switch the flow up, baby, they gotta stay potent, huh
tryna get backstage, n*ggas don’t know him, get turned around by the doorman
i used to buy skittles from the candy lady, now its weed from dope man
i remember workin’ hard at the food line, i used to wait for the payment
snake denim came from j*pan, when i f*ck the b*tch, give her helpin’ hand
b*tch, she know i’m mr. tenfigs, ’cause i go to sleep dreamin’ ’bout the bands
you ain’t never had a label call you, wanna put 100k in advance
put 200k in advance, 500k, f*ckin’ bands
it’s a fact he gon’ slime you out, and that’s not a bet, n*gga not your mans
get some racks, no, it’s not a mouse, he just want the cheese up in his hands
where he at? we gon’ find him out, boy, stay still ’till a n*gga land
when i go out to new york, hold a contest, call it “f*ck*a*fan”
haha

- prettifun lyrics

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