Ya Boy

Ya Boy - Playoffs lyrics

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I’m trapping round the clock, no days off

They say crime pays, I hope it pays off

I’m owning these broke niggas stay off

Bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs

Playoffs, playoffs

Them bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs

Playoffs, playoffs

If you ain’t got that work, you getting laid off

It’s crunch time, I’m MJ, a mad foe, just my show

If you ain’t here to ball out, what the fuck do you grind for

I need that Murcielago, bad bitches everywhere I go

Black car … and he hooked a nigga up with Pablo

See I come from the home of the side show

Smell that bitch gets my drough

I got that bitch getting on her knees

But I told her I ain’t got dough

Feed a nigga shells like taco

Now beat upon a shelf like…

You cope nigga, I’m hot nigga, tobasco

Rock 2 chainz like tity boi

In the fast lane, I’m a city boy

Hit a nigga up with a semi toy

She want good dick so I give it to her

Talk dope on my tap phone

Your man broke with no back bone

My name brand them bad bitches give good credit

I’m that known, fire hoes, that pump out

Them five o’s we jump out

My money talk, my jury loud

Bitch don’t get cushed out

Keep it moving like Bust Rhymes

Stuff turkey bags till they bust out

My head hard, my nuts out

These bitch niggas get flushed out

I’m trapping round the clock, no days off

They say crime pays, I hope it pays off

I’m owning these broke niggas stay off

Bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs

Playoffs, playoffs

Them bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs

Playoffs, playoffs

If you ain’t got that work, you getting laid off

When it’s hang time, I’m Kobe Bryant with the nappy head

That’s trappy head, you love it nigga, you pussy whip

And I check the pussy like papshmeer

Fuck a bitch I get dough, lap car we switch hoes

My dick good and my bitch bad

And my …hot, and my wrist cold

Tracks jumping like chicks fall

Phone popping like…

I heard he talked to the police

That nigga singing like sisco

My chain light up like disco

Hang high in that …

These niggas ride, they say they ride

But they ain’t riding like this though

Like Jeffrey … I kill shit, yes your honor, I’m real bitch

She bought the rims, I fucked her friend…

In 30 minutes, I’ma need more

These hoes hook like drugs, and I’m the nigga they fiend for

Kelly callie I’m king kong, this choppa ringing like ding dong

Riding round with my thing on,

It’s every trap a theme song

Yeah I’m balling like play out

Hat low like I’m playing golf

2 hard, face off, I’m on, they off

I’m trapping round the clock, no days off

They say crime pays, I hope it pays off

I’m owning these broke niggas stay off

Bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs

Playoffs, playoffs

Them bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs

Playoffs, playoffs

If you ain’t got that work, you getting laid off.

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