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• Artiste: Kenny Mason
• Titre: Play Ball
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Look on my face said "Get the fuck out my face, dawg" Looked at my waist, and the look on his face dropped Ride with my strap, just to make it home safe, dawg Do you really wanna play ball? Do you really wanna play ball? Chasin' my tail, trailin’ my fate, dawg I was takin' my Ls with an L in my face, dawg You were makin' up tales, I can tell it’s all fake, dawg Do you really wanna play ball? Do you really wanna play ball? Ayy bruh, who you? (Bruh who the fuck this is?) Who you know stay around here lil' bruh? (Oh I ain't, I ain't never seen cuz, hold on) Who you know stay around here? This shit can get real, real, on this side Don't come around here, here, at night They'll tell yo' ass, R.I.P., R.I.P. goodbye Tell me which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want-ant-ant-ant Life of a rough neck, die for my respect Y'all niggas suspect, lie to get success Lot of these niggas is lottery tickets in my hood Inspirin’ me to jug, who ’bout to slip up next? Knew how to spot ruckus Without lookin', bitch, I took it No retaliation ’cause y'all pussy How y'all shook? It got to places that y'all took it I watch good ones, turn to Satan ’cause y'all push 'em This black gun was meant to protect Black skin Attack and I'll black out, leavin' you blackin' The back hand back out, better get back, bitch The back-in's back, I'm finna do back-flips I seen that dark and light side, the awful bright side My partner's that guard my blindside Also gon' harm your housewives We all got downsides We all that we got on our side Ayy, y'all folks got three seconds to tell me who y'all know (Do not motherfckin' move, boy) Or shit gon' get real This shit can get real, real, on this side Don't come around here, here, at night They'll tell yo' ass, R.I.P., R.I.P. goodbye Tell me which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want it Which way you want-ant-ant-ant