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Correct Playin With Fire Lyrics
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[Intro] JRag on the beat Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Ooh-wee [Verse] I just knocked a little bitch out Andreas If a nigga pimp, I'm on his playlist I send bitch from here to Barbados I bang red like a bag of tomatoes I buy diamonds to shine on my haters We got nothin' for free but we made it My lil' partner went fed and I hate it Made him god in the streets, they like raidin' But he home complainin' and he got berated It was nothin' I could do to save him Niggas ain't wanna move how I raise 'em OG bless you with jewels, you best take 'em Tryna be the next boss in the making Think you don't need no game, you mistaken Bitch, you out with no rules, you won't make it To no greatness And these hoes, some rough times they be snakin' Never know if they work with the bacon Never know if these niggas be fakin' Never know if these niggas be hatin' Gotta stand on ten toes like a weigh-in Check the shit at the door, yeah the Days Inn Put your work in your hood, yeah, your days in Knowin' that you'll be bready to race in You don't want to be cereal, brother Reputation imperial, brother Hands is water, aquarium, brother I might break your bellirium, brother I don't even know what that is I just know I hit hard, damange And I stand on a bitch, too savage When I jump on the freeway I'm racin' And Mal be pacin' 'cause he made me waitin' Ain't no way you gon' send me to Satan I'ma pull out that Spray-c' and start yankin' I'ma shoot at the glass and call, "Bank it" Like we some like kids playin' 21 I was locked in the pen by 21 Had my birthdays in there, talkin' 'bout 20-somethin' I came home and I made a quick 20-somethin' Niggas 'fraid as all-time and that twenty nothin' Niggas breakin' in cars, that's that nickel hustlin' I was walkin' out Johnny with nickels buzzin' Finally got you a Jesus head, I was custom Niggas tried to keep up with me, I still dust 'em Yeah, you got a lil' bread but you got no mustard So that still mean that you got no flavor, buster I put the plays on the table, buster I'm popular, reason she paid you, buster You little ungrateful motherfucker I pull up in your city, hundred cutters We keep under-armor, no Splash Brothers But y'all been known that we been the Splash Brothers Diamonds shinin' like lotion, no ash, brothers Put a hit on your sister, no cash, brothers And I'm sippin' that red, spaghetti I'm kickin' that Eddy while bumpin' that Freddy Nigga say they want grease so we ready But we stay by the stove and we steady You know playin' with fire's deadly You know playin' with fire's deadly You know playin' with fire's deadly You know playin' with fire's deadly It's deadly
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