Playa Hayta Songtext
von Saafir
Playa Hayta Songtext
"Boy do I need a perpetrator, but I′m much greater"
It's best you let me wander, or I′ll torture with ya
My brain, I'm the editor in chief to leave a rapper
Dope shit, antique rope gets nooses for the hang time
A heinous crime, cause I drain his mind, open it up, oh
Not the same ass mind, not the same ass rhyme
Nickle plated stable, script nickel plated, knuckle faded
Patient, no matter what the race is, I hope, the cock pit got
Shit, I stock kits, inventory glorious, I owe me this
I'm on my homey shit, the homeless, show me skill is real
When I attack from the back I′ll, say a rhyme to 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, season is shoppin
Hopin the cops′ll blow up the pass
If not, I'll be blowin his ass away
J-Groove is on the cross, I′m the heavyweight, fader of a player hater
"I'm spittin game to you now I see you"
"Boy do I need a perpetrator, but I′m much greater"
Analysis is deep, forever on the peep and I'm the best
The crêche to the whole 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 joggin so, save it
My libido is the needle to the wax I like to tax in gazebos
Surviving, like a, mack, king
Clever, never lacking when I′m stacking endeavours
I try and I try to tell fools, that I been through hell
And my tools ain't the same as yours, Coors Light
That′s what they drinkin, must be, I'm wrong, yours is right
That′s why you seekin, in your own sight
Hoes 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, perfect
After the sword I can hear the rehearsal of a serfent, urgent
Cause you don't use your head when you shed skin, huh
A dead end, for a player hater, trick
"Boy do I need a perpetrator, but I′m much greater"
Charades, are played but I, keep gettin it in large amounts
Because I be doin these hoochies charge accounts like a, banker
I′m, patient and I be waitin like a anchor, to spank a
Then I, get the softy, take a coffee drink
Your breath stink, instead of cheese, eatin wheat, germ taker
More pants, wearin cat, dance and you're starin in my grill
But you had a steak, a nervous twitch, and you badly faked
And I heard his bitch is gettin around like, 2Pac
He′s servin niggas two at a time like she got, two cocks
New blocks she be, conquerin, zip codes
I rip hoes that be lappin up before I dash lames dead
Charge it to the game, so the next time
You step to me like a defense attorney, huh
I'll fade ya, cause you′re a player hater
"Boy do I need a perpetrator, but I'm much greater"
From a real player
Cause I play the game the same
Not behind no dame
So you can get these thangs
It's best you let me wander, or I′ll torture with ya
My brain, I'm the editor in chief to leave a rapper
Dope shit, antique rope gets nooses for the hang time
A heinous crime, cause I drain his mind, open it up, oh
Not the same ass mind, not the same ass rhyme
Nickle plated stable, script nickel plated, knuckle faded
Patient, no matter what the race is, I hope, the cock pit got
Shit, I stock kits, inventory glorious, I owe me this
I'm on my homey shit, the homeless, show me skill is real
When I attack from the back I′ll, say a rhyme to 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, season is shoppin
Hopin the cops′ll blow up the pass
If not, I'll be blowin his ass away
J-Groove is on the cross, I′m the heavyweight, fader of a player hater
"I'm spittin game to you now I see you"
"Boy do I need a perpetrator, but I′m much greater"
Analysis is deep, forever on the peep and I'm the best
The crêche to the whole 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 joggin so, save it
My libido is the needle to the wax I like to tax in gazebos
Surviving, like a, mack, king
Clever, never lacking when I′m stacking endeavours
I try and I try to tell fools, that I been through hell
And my tools ain't the same as yours, Coors Light
That′s what they drinkin, must be, I'm wrong, yours is right
That′s why you seekin, in your own sight
Hoes 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, perfect
After the sword I can hear the rehearsal of a serfent, urgent
Cause you don't use your head when you shed skin, huh
A dead end, for a player hater, trick
"Boy do I need a perpetrator, but I′m much greater"
Charades, are played but I, keep gettin it in large amounts
Because I be doin these hoochies charge accounts like a, banker
I′m, patient and I be waitin like a anchor, to spank a
Then I, get the softy, take a coffee drink
Your breath stink, instead of cheese, eatin wheat, germ taker
More pants, wearin cat, dance and you're starin in my grill
But you had a steak, a nervous twitch, and you badly faked
And I heard his bitch is gettin around like, 2Pac
He′s servin niggas two at a time like she got, two cocks
New blocks she be, conquerin, zip codes
I rip hoes that be lappin up before I dash lames dead
Charge it to the game, so the next time
You step to me like a defense attorney, huh
I'll fade ya, cause you′re a player hater
"Boy do I need a perpetrator, but I'm much greater"
From a real player
Cause I play the game the same
Not behind no dame
So you can get these thangs
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