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All day anyway, nigga we playin'\n  Kill these niggas every day, nigga we playin'\n  Fuck these niggas anyway, nigga we playin'\n  Playin', playin', playin', we playin'\n  Playin', playin' that's right\n  We playin', playin', playin', yeah nigga we\n  Playin', playin', playin' that's right we playin'\n\n  Nigga we playin' – flip your bitch, nigga we can\n  All these hoes would, paper couldn't save 'em\n  All these hoes, Santa Clause couldn't sleigh 'em\n  All these niggas needin' all this favors\n  I cut 'em all off, I'm needin' all these razors\n  Jordan's over gators, khakis over slacks\n  Money over bitches, but nothin' over that\n  Money in this music, sad she want influence\n  The judge want me guilty but the DA can't prove it\n  I be in the hood with the heat, gangbangin'\n  Them boys across the street be in the house, they never hangin'\n\n  Brand new watch, bottom cars brang 'em through the block\n  Started at the bottom now I made it to the top\n  Smokin' the best, designer frames, smoke in my chest\n  Spendin' money like a habit, we ain't supposed to have it\n  Paid this much just for a tat, that means you supposed to brag\n  Rick Owens if you lookin' at my tag\n  I'm tryin' to get drunk and then call a cab\n  Go to one of my homeboy's spots\n  So I can show him the bong I just bought\n  When it comes to bomb weed, I got a lot\n  My fam' straight as bitch ass niggas, I got a watch\n  And nah, man, this shit ain't rented, it's off the lot\n  Charm with tons of rocks, car without the top\n\n  I do it for my neighbors, crack-sellin' drug dealers\n  Had to confess to my mama I was a thug nigga\n  Ten racks on me, nigga, like fuck it\n  I got the strap on me out here tryna function\n  Like \"yep, yep\" damn right, I'll take your lady, my nigga\n  Like mob shit, and act like it's all gravy, my nigga\n  Bad bitches getting' fucked, their hair all wavy, my nigga\n  You gettin' played not paid, man that's shady, my nigga\n  I be doin' the most, I'll pull that K out\n  I be in the hood where most rapper don't hang out\n  I be coppin' Rollies, I be coppin' Porsches\n  You be cuffin' like the cops, and I don't fuck with law enforcers\n"},{"id":11047629,"name":"Playin'","trackName":"Playin'","artistName":"YG","albumName":"Just Re'd Up 2","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What a nigga know?\nPlayin', nigga\nSup?\n\nI said nigga we playin', fuck is y'all sayin'?\nClub about to close, Hell nah, we stayin'\nCoupes outside, valet, we playin'\nRollies on the wrist, ma'fucka, we playin'\nNigga we playin', all day every day\nAll day anyway, nigga we playin'\nKill these niggas every day, nigga we playin'\nFuck these niggas anyway, nigga we playin'\nPlayin', playin', playin', we playin'\nPlayin', playin' that's right\nWe playin', playin', playin', yeah nigga we\nPlayin', playin', playin' that's right we playin'\n\nNigga we playin' – flip your bitch, nigga we can\nAll these hoes would, paper couldn't save 'em\nAll 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rented, it's off the lot\nCharm with tons of rocks, car without the top\n\nI do it for my neighbors, crack-sellin' drug dealers\nHad to confess to my mama I was a thug nigga\nTen racks on me, nigga, like fuck it\nI got the strap on me out here tryna function\nLike \"yep, yep\" damn right, I'll take your lady, my nigga\nLike mob shit, and act like it's all gravy, my nigga\nBad bitches getting' fucked, their hair all wavy, my nigga\nYou gettin' played not paid, man that's shady, my nigga\nI be doin' the most, I'll pull that K out\nI be in the hood where most rapper don't hang out\nI be coppin' Rollies, I be coppin' Porsches\nYou be cuffin' like the cops, and I don't fuck with law enforcers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Playin'\n  artist: YG\n  album: Just Re'd Up 2\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What a nigga know?\n  Playin', nigga\n  Sup?\n\n  I said nigga we playin', fuck is y'all sayin'?\n  Club about to close, Hell nah, we stayin'\n  Coupes outside, valet, we playin'\n  Rollies on the wrist, ma'fucka, we playin'\n  Nigga we playin', all day every day\n  All day anyway, nigga we playin'\n  Kill these niggas every day, nigga we playin'\n  Fuck these niggas anyway, nigga we playin'\n  Playin', playin', playin', we playin'\n  Playin', playin' that's right\n  We playin', playin', playin', yeah nigga we\n  Playin', playin', playin' that's right we playin'\n\n  Nigga we playin' – flip your bitch, nigga we can\n  All these hoes would, paper couldn't save 'em\n  All these hoes, Santa Clause couldn't sleigh 'em\n  All these niggas needin' all this favors\n  I cut 'em all off, I'm needin' all these razors\n  Jordan's over gators, khakis over slacks\n  Money over bitches, but nothin' over that\n  Money in this music, sad she want influence\n  The judge want me guilty but the DA can't prove it\n  I be in the hood with the heat, gangbangin'\n  Them boys across the street be in the house, they never 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