Playtime Lyrics

Playtime - SL

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Wha-what song broski?

(You know the one man)

Nah, I don't still, go on

(Man, stop fucking with me, man)

(You know, the one that goes...)

(A6ix)

Yeah, yeah

(Khari)

Look, look, look

Bubble and bubble the bum

I'm in love with the clunge, she strictly for fun (yeah, yeah)

Boy, I stay read in your bitch

She can't buy a whip from the look of the trunk (no, no)

Bro got smoke for my lungs

White or the pink, I just know it's the runtz (Lord)

Got a new pack for my lunch, unzip it and twist it

It's packing a punch

Free Rico, free Kamz and Nutty

Free Taz man, free Yuck (free 'em)

Bro called me from the London dungeons

No, it don't sound too fun (too fun)

On the block where I take mans grub

If bro link me, then it's a potent one (very loud)

Gang stepping on the block with a five bill rusty

I never seen a golden gun (no, no)

New young boy tryna better his funds

Better better my cash or it's gеtting undone (yeah)

Heart turn cold when a friеnd turn casper (casper)

Hey bro, why run, why run? Yeah

Why run, why run?

Grab a ching, grab a chick, then go strap a spliff (yeah)

I been bagging bits back when cuzzy used to pattern it (yeah)

Feds run in the crib, Jimmy tell me what the damage is

No forget the door, tell me if found the packages (yeah)

Stop all the talk if they want it, we got it best of the best

Ooh, bro sell the creme de la creme

Cough up my cash, hold in the phlegm

Me getting locked was a daily event (daily)

Opp on the block we go crazy on them

Heard he got grub so we took it and went

Give it a sec and go do it again

How you say jugging is dead? (How?)

Go on give it your best (go on)

Smoke hella strains to the brain

I will not go for a MRI test

If they ask why I keep going and going

Told them 'cause I cannot live like the rest

If they ask how he done got all this money

Tell 'em I done it with utter finesse, look

Bubble and bubble the bum

I'm in love with the clunge, she strictly for fun (yeah, yeah)

Boy I stay read in your bitch

She can't buy a whip from the look of the trunk (no, no)

Bro got smoke for my lungs

White or the pink, I just know it's the runtz (Lord)

Got a new pack for my lunch, unzip it and twist it

It's packing a punch

Do it and get you a winner (yeah)

I was out watching the figure

Closer she come, it be looking all bigger

Come to the crib and it's better

Baby wan' mess with the fella (she does)

Fuck it, she's scratching the leather

She gets the gist, no, I ain't gotta tell her

Knows what she's getting for dinner

You can't give me no chat, I ain't hearing the cap

You want you a man, I'm not it (no)

Had a baddie and damn, she got it (got it)

Talking figures, my feet catastrophic

If her moms coming back then I'm sonic

Put on my fit then I'm on my way (oh, yeah)

Teacher told me put it in my old words

Still I'm gonna copy and paste