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Baby Kia - LET'S PLAY A GAME Lyrics



Baby Kia - LET'S PLAY A GAME Lyrics
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Ha, they say, "BK, get him right" (hmm, rrah)
(Ah, ah) they say, "BK, get him right"
Nah, I don't wanna get him right, you do it (hmm)

I told Lil Tim to get him right
I can't go out like I'm Craig, you catch a opp, you tryna fight (rrah)
I told that boy he should've listened
.50 Cal' rip his intestines, doctor said he need a kidney (mm, mm)
Okay, two extra dicks, but I ain't gay
Draco swingin' right to left, you better move, there go Lil Tay
Bitch, you post on MLK, slide the Porsche truck through the AP
Bitch, I'm lookin' for Lil-
Man, forget ya
He got a gun, but he ain't clap nothin'
Double back, Tim hangin' out the window tryna drop somethin'
Murder on my mind, might kill my bro, feelin' like Melly
And I might just put the gun down, kill him slow, use the machete
Three just got dropped, you must ain't heard
Eighty shots come out the C8, leave a opp face on the curb
Slide the black truck through the 'burb
Hundred round drum on the stick, like, f*ck the five, let's go to work
Watch how BK finger-f*ck the stick, step back and watch it twerk

Let's play a little game I made
All you gotta do is pick a candy bar, one got a blade
If you eat the wrong one, I swear to God, boy, that's on you
All I know is if you spit that shit out, boy, I bet I'd shoot
Ah

.308s bustin' through the roof
Brodie said he tired of steppin', shoot a hole straight through his shoe
These niggas finna make me act up
Blackout jumpin' out the Escalade, sticks all inside the black truck (alright)
He think I won't come spin the block
Pop out, rapid-fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (mm, alright)
She say my music make her wet
And her boyfriend don't know how to spin, teach her how to shoot the TEC
He think I won't come spin that block
Pop out, rapid-fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (hmm)
I'm just gon' let him think we good
Ridin' two Glocks in the Chevy, V12 jumpin' out the hood (mm)
F*ck nigga know this shit ain't sweet
Pop out, Halloween, switch in the crowd, Nightmare on Elm Street
BK
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Ha, they say, "BK, get him right" (hmm, rrah)
(Ah, ah) they say, "BK, get him right"
Nah, I don't wanna get him right, you do it (hmm)

I told Lil Tim to get him right
I can't go out like I'm Craig, you catch a opp, you tryna fight (rrah)
I told that boy he should've listened
.50 Cal' rip his intestines, doctor said he need a kidney (mm, mm)
Okay, two extra dicks, but I ain't gay
Draco swingin' right to left, you better move, there go Lil Tay
Bitch, you post on MLK, slide the Porsche truck through the AP
Bitch, I'm lookin' for Lil-
Man, forget ya
He got a gun, but he ain't clap nothin'
Double back, Tim hangin' out the window tryna drop somethin'
Murder on my mind, might kill my bro, feelin' like Melly
And I might just put the gun down, kill him slow, use the machete
Three just got dropped, you must ain't heard
Eighty shots come out the C8, leave a opp face on the curb
Slide the black truck through the 'burb
Hundred round drum on the stick, like, f*ck the five, let's go to work
Watch how BK finger-f*ck the stick, step back and watch it twerk

Let's play a little game I made
All you gotta do is pick a candy bar, one got a blade
If you eat the wrong one, I swear to God, boy, that's on you
All I know is if you spit that shit out, boy, I bet I'd shoot
Ah

.308s bustin' through the roof
Brodie said he tired of steppin', shoot a hole straight through his shoe
These niggas finna make me act up
Blackout jumpin' out the Escalade, sticks all inside the black truck (alright)
He think I won't come spin the block
Pop out, rapid-fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (mm, alright)
She say my music make her wet
And her boyfriend don't know how to spin, teach her how to shoot the TEC
He think I won't come spin that block
Pop out, rapid-fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (hmm)
I'm just gon' let him think we good
Ridin' two Glocks in the Chevy, V12 jumpin' out the hood (mm)
F*ck nigga know this shit ain't sweet
Pop out, Halloween, switch in the crowd, Nightmare on Elm Street
BK
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Writer: Jimmie Wright, Khari Jahmill Hoard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Baby Kia
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Jimmie Wright, Khari Jahmill Hoard

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