ENHANCE - Play Fair (feat. BbossBryson)

Ay, turning up in the bitch
Yeah, ay, ay, change the frequencies
Yeah, ay, ay, turning up in the bitch
Ay, turning up in the bitch, ay, turning up in the bitch, ay
I'm never playing fair
Bitch on my dick and she staying there
You hitting my line, like I don't care
Bro hit my phone, he be right there
Bro keep a K, but he's not a russian
Chopper gon' bust, it don't need instructions
Hitting your skull, leave you with concussion
She fucked up, when she tried to rush in, yeah
Fucked up in the back of the bentley
She said she wanna fuck, I tote a semi
And you ain't got money, then why you try send me
Bullets they hollow tipped and I keep plenty
Plenty of bullets all over his body
Go to the store and I cop me versace
Every single day when I wake up, ah
Get out my house and I gotta put you in your place, ah
Leave you popped just like a toaster strudel, ah
Leave you cut up, just like a poodle, ah
Looking really fancy, rocking gucci on my fit
Fucking with a new bitch, but she is your main shit
Leaving you six feet underground, in your grave pit
Every single day I look at myself in that lambo' mirror
Keep a glock nineteen on my waist, with no fucking fear
Rolling with boys, yes we drinking up some beer
Big racks, big racks all those bitches look like deer's
Oh oh oh, oh dear
Oh oh oh, oh dear
Lowkey feel like I'm crazy when I wake up in the morning
I ain't nle but my chopper be fucking soaring
No more talent in the rap game everybody be boring
You be riding low class I be roaming in foreign
Left your bitch legs shaking, she was moaning and groaning
Ice on my wrist, pockets heavy its soaking
Red nose, red nose, you a clown, better be choking or joking
When you hear my shit you'll be left floating
You a bitch, little snitch
Diamonds wrists, Diamond gliss
Icey mist
Don't want this piss
I'm a mother fucking narcissist
Mixing shit together, you can call me an alchemist
I ain't no scientist but you can say I'm so high
So high, so high, so high
Kangaroo shit, I be hopping on the song
Freaky bitch, she be taking off her fucking thong
In the gym, in the gym, gotta get strong
Leaving that bitch on delivered, now she's wondering what's wrong
I'm never playing fair
Bitch on my dick and she staying there
You hitting my line, like I don't care
Bro hit my phone, he be right there
Bro keep a K, but he's not a russian
Chopper gon' bust, it don't need instructions
Hitting your skull, leave you with concussion
She fucked up, when she tried to rush in, yeah
Fucked up in the back of the bentley
She said she wanna fuck, I tote a semi
And you ain't got money, then why you try send me
Bullets they hollow tipped and I keep plenty
Plenty of bullets all over his body
Go to the store and I cop me versace
I might pull up in a brand new masi'
Copping the cheques like I'm copping the bodies
Ay, four door the engine so no one can stop me
Got a ring to that shit so I call it an audi
Yeah

Written by:
Bryson Burns, Luca Goad

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