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Saafir - Playa Hayta lyrics
It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt Ya with my brain I'm the editor in chief The leaf a rap a dope shit antique Rope kits for the hang time a heinous crime 'Cause I drain his mind. Open it up oh...not The same as mine not the same ass rhyme Nickel plated statements with nickel plated Knuckle faded faces. No matter what the Race is I hope ya cockpit got shit I stock Hits. Inventory glorious. I owe me this I'm on my homies shit - the homeless shown This skill is real when I attack from the Back I'll say a rhyme then pull your spinal Cord from your torso, more so or better Yet more or less it's not an option I'm coppin' A plea seizing a shop and hopin' a cop's A blow of the past. If not, I'll be blowin' His ass away. J. Groove is on the cross, I'm The heavyweight fader of a playa hayta Analysis is deep, forever on the peep and I'm The best, the crest of the ho shit... yeah, You can't manifest destiny unless it's me Oh, you don't approve of my moves but I'm not Starvin' for jargon, so save it. My libido is The needle to the wax, I like to tax in Gazebos, surviving like a mac king, clever Never lacking when I'm stacking endeavors I try and try to tell fools, that I've been Through hell and my tools ain't the same As yours. Coors Light that's what they're Drinkin', must be I'm wrong yours is right That's why you're sinkin' in your own sight Nose is in my business, witnessin' your Own fate, drownin' in your own lake of hate But I don't see no abstinent crabs in it Perverse perpin' after the salt I can hear the rehearsal of a serpent, urgent 'Cause you don't use your head when you Shed skin - dead end...for a playa hayta Charades, are played but I keep getting it in Large amounts because I be doin' these Hoogies' charge account like a banker I'm patient and I be waiting like an anchor To spank her. Then I get the softy sanka Coffee drinkin' breath stinkin' cheddar cheese Eatin' wheat germ, checker board pants Wearin' can't dance, and you're starin' in My grill. But you had a steak a nervous Twitch and you're a badly fake and I heard His bitch is gettin' around like Tupac Servin' niggas two at a time like she got Two cocks. New blocks she be conquering Zip codes, I rip ho's that be lappin' up Mark ass lames then charge it to the Game. So he next time you step to me Like a defense attorney, Ha!...I'll fade ya 'Cause you're a playa hayta. From a real playa ' cause I play the game The same, not behind no dame, so you Can get these thangs |
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