Playaz Gotta Stay Paid (feat. Criminal Manne, Tom Skeemask, DJ Zirk & Primo)
DJ Squeeky
Hip-Hop/Rap
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Playaz Gotta Stay Paid (feat. Criminal Manne, Tom Skeemask, DJ Zirk & Primo)
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Lyrics
Now as I creeps with the faults of outside
In order for real but looking like a killer
Standing 6 feet full of pimpin'
Gangsta livin', mine eyes
Livin' strapped with them thangs
Down with the Mound
So recognize this beat
Two chick ain't no goody
Project Playaz can you feel it G
All up in yo ass like a temple po'
Kick it, sip this, dig this, bless this P
And give me your soul
On a one way trip straight to Hell
Got my pockets filled
No more heroes, no fabo'
Just pimpin' and steady cash flow
I'm hittin' you bitches as I like
A tank smoking dank
Forty biddies everythang
And I'm constantly countin' my bank
I ain't fuck about a damn thing
I'm still on my up so
As I campaign with my negros but really though
My N-I-double-G-A's got my back
They show no slack
And if you comin' with some manner
Bitch they jump in to attack
Brace yourself 'cause my clique is just too thick
So how you figure
That a G like myself won't die for my ****
Put a lasso on that bitch fool
I got my 9mm
Busters better recognize **** gonna stand with the NOD clique
Then I'm headed to the Mound
Pimps don't die
What's up Skee?
How the fuck you figure G?
Playaz gotta have their cheese in they pocket
Damn these bitches try to knock it
Blame it on the train after rain give it to me
Main bitch wanna start playin' childish games
Back in the Mound, ready to glam
Sippin' on a pint of Crown
Doin' things I've never done
Even as a child when I was young
Pick up the yak, talk that shit
This bitch just got dropped in the ditch
Fist full of bricks on the track making cheese
Bitch **** start supporting my needs
Pick up the sweets, break up the weed
This is the bitch back on her knees
Classified as a ho
Put it in my arm now she is gold
Get on the track make with the cheese
Bitch are you beggin' or are you please
One last **** talkin' shit gotta be a bitch
Fuck this, pimpin' is just too thick
Pick up the head blower
Headed to the front door
**** you just lost your ho
She gave me your cheese
I think it was a G
Therefore don't you know I'm pleased
Out of time I'm gettin' laid
Scheme ass finna get paid
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon' be a robbery
You know the fucking story
As soon as you know the fucking town
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon' be a robbery
Orange Mound Bound fool
Mowing **** down so
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon' be a robbery
You know the fucking story
As soon as you know the fucking town
**** wanna trip I got that thang for yo' ass
Ignore you with that shit
But too thick it's quick to blast
Rollin' through them bitch
Force hood with that sawed off
**** packin' 'em tones, cost is on
Ain't no love locked
Tryna be a playa but you crossin' like a ho
It's time to get my .44 and rob all you hoes
Packin' what you lackin'
Got them killers on yo' tail
Just a flashin' ass ****, wanna be real
Wanna be a playa
Creepin' out the dark
And I'm standin' on you bitches
Catch you slippin' that Chevy
You a dead ass trick
Smile up in my face
You got some manner on yo' mind fo' real ****
Jackin' got me packin' on da for real though
Fuck all you ****, you so called killers
Real G playaz got no love for them ****
Orange Mound too trill lockin' 'em bitches in my truck
Kickin' back like the playaz
Sippin' on Crown, smokin' on blunts
One, two, three, it's me Criminal Manne
Straight from Project P
Back once again, strapped with them yaks
Don't talk to me I need that cheese
Tell the business, everythang
But first you know I grip my 9 Glock pop
Finna bust a mother
Fuckers they wanna test me
While I'm makin' it to the top
Hit my dawg Lil' Gro
Told him the plan meet me on 7th Street
Snooped 'em straight from the norm
Holla at my boys now we rep OD
Get strapped with them thangs
Peeling off try to find my mind
Some bumper don't drop it off to a playa
Now do you understand?
Jet down the street with my Glock in my hand
Time to play the stick up man
Light up a spliff every ride, ballin'
Tryna think of a master plan
My **** said, "I know a bell buster on the other side"
I bet dawg, went straight to the house
Kicked down the door
Told him "Get up out our home" The crib
Wood grainer clickin', lil' bros stuck they clip in
I ran straight to the back with my gat
Caught **** slippin'
As I cocked my toller roll yeah drop it off
Them busters knew what time it was
Criminal Manne's a pimp bitch
I gotta get mine 'cause
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon' be a robbery
You know the fucking story
As soon as you know the fucking town
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon' be a robbery
Orange Mound Bound fool
Mowing **** down so
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon be a robbery
You know the fucking story
As soon as you know the fucking town
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon' be a robbery
Orange Mound Bound fool
Mowing **** down so
Playaz gotta stay paid
Or it's gon' be a robbery
You know the fucking story
As soon as you know what's up in town
Orange Mound, Orange Mound
Orange Mound, Orange Mound
Orange Mound, Orange Mound
Orange Mound, Orange Mound
Orange Mound, Orange Mound
Orange Mound, Orange Mound
Orange Mound, Orange Mound
Mowing **** down
Written by: Thomas William Walker
