Towa Bird
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[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, Lil Tjay
[Verse 1]
How you gon' switch up lil’ nigga we 'posed to be family
Yeah, we used to be close
Really the whole time thought you'd ride or die for me
Swear my heart almost broke
I'm takin' notes, fuck it I'm with all the smoke, we bulletproofin' up the Ghost
Ya boy do the most
Bitch better give me a toast before it's violence I promote
I really grew up 'round them demons
The oowop in the hand now I'm steamin'
Fuck it I'm steamin'
Sippin' I'm leanin', you rubber band dreamin', I'm just tryna see the team win
Tryna get to the tippy-tippy-top, locked down, I got brothers in the box
Generational, this shit won't ever stop
Generational, this shit won't ever stop
Swear these little niggas love talkin' hot
Humble down 'fore I rearrange your block
Five bands, that'll get a nigga shot, plus I got some money for a bitch that get a drop
Still in tune, I don't know if they forgot
About this track
"Play Around" is a song by Lil Tjay, released in 2020.
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Lil Tjay →Talk less, it ain't good to blow the spot
Every day a nigga got to keep a chop’ just in case I see a opp who got a Glock up in the sock
Niggas don't want war, I say it now
Told bro: "See a threat? then lay it down"
Niggas know my team don't play around, made it out the streets I ain't need no cap and gown
Won't change and I know it's sad to say
So sad how the good just pass away
Thank God for the shit I have today, the only thing I pray is that the haters fade away
Day after day
Year after year
Nothings gon' change, them youngins really don't care
My heart so cold, feel like my face been on a tear
And my head fuck up, cause my upbringin' wasn't fair
And I know niggas out there that stressin’ the same thing
On that block everyday so it felt right to gang bang
Ain't had no money, ain't tryna look bummy, so you tryna duck till your pockets fat
Hungry and starvin', I'm not with that
Only real niggas gon' feel this and process that
Yeah, I got love for the trenches but I had to move out and get me a bag
Only my niggas, fuck everyone else
Niggas hatin', they envy and mad
I love the smell of the cash
I want the Lambo, it's fast
I gotta work for it, I'm finna cop it one day and I promise you that
Woah, we got to stay on the road
(Road, road, road, road, road, road)
Woah, niggas ain't think I would blow
(Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow)
Woah, happy, just lettin' you know
(Know, know, know, know, know)
Woah, I make a car every show
(Show, show, show, show, show)
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