Figg Budah - LIFEOFAPLAYA - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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LIFEOFAPLAYA [Verse 1: Figg Budah] That playa shit is back Oh you just got your skinny jeans, well it ain't too late to take’m back If I was a ball player it’d say blazing on my back Cuz I’m blazing up a sac and I’m blazing on this track If Barack got Michelle n Jay got B The rap game got me. I say my peace, I made my vows Now I’m finna make music that raise eyebrows I’m destined to win, got game like my name E-S-P-N Still can't believe all the blessings he send Even though we get paid off selling them sin But check this out tho.. my CD bump all the way to the outro Keep switching up so you don’t catch my flow Ready for the hook? Ok here I go [Hook : Figg Budah] The beats keep bumpin. The heat keep comin The streets need something. It’s the Life of a Playa (life of a playa) The money gets made, the hoes get slayed You can't be afraid, to live the life of a playa (life of a playa) [Verse 2: Figg Budah] Miramar Miramar I keep yelling it, But yall don’t hear me tho On the cool I’m tryna tell ya this the place where I been layin low Lampin in my hometown When they see Budahman you its finna go down And I only quote legends Baby I’m a pro, I’m about progression Nigga I get dough I ain't bout no stressin I ain't trippin off ya hoe, betta hold yo weapon And calm your anger I’m from a place where niggas is armed and dangerous The least of your problems is some noisy neighbors And you gotta be brave that’s who fortune favors [Chorus] [BRIDGE: Figg Budah] You now rockin the playa (PLAYA), A real live ass playa (PLAYA) Bitch you fuckin with a playa (PLAYA), I’m the Miramar playa (PLAYA) [Verse 3: Figg Budah] Master flow, mackin' hoes is sorta automatic now I hit’m with the 1-2 and knock’m out like Pacqiuao Only do the bad bitch now, you could hold the ratchet broad Phone contacts lookin like a coochie catalog What these niggas rappin for? They ain't got no game to sell I just watch’m play they self, man these niggas lame as hell Chasing for the fame got these boys wearin girl clothes Losing they Identity, but I just keep it real tho If it don’t sell fuck it, gotta stay true to me A hustla and a playa hey, even you could be Just come with your own and don’t be up on that stupid stuff And when Figg Budah on, turn the fuckin music up [Hook 3x]
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