Kyngmyl - No playtime!

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Let me tell you niggas yo how the game go
Spread bread, stack your chips, lay low
High off the life hit Lye in Range Rovers
Crime in the day, nighttime display flows
Better never let em know, how your days go
Niggas might think you weak up in the week
Caught slipping put you 6 feet deep
If I'm not dolo like I'm solo my bitch petite sweet
Yeah, Never let your hoes know, how your dough grow
Bitches might think they need a piece
Leather seats in the winter fur fleeces
What's beef you don't want it you should want peace
See I was dreaming of a beamer to pushing a space truck
Strapped in a coupe, my bitch is laced up
Ride with my women you with me you gamed up
Really came a long way, I ain't just came up man
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime, Yeah
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime, Yeah
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime, Yeah, time to get it niggas
Put me on a brand new beat, step from the streets to the booth what's beef?
School days on another page, step to the stage let it rip let it rage
Back in the days no piece, Its an eye for an eye kept the piece for the piece
Of the pie, Sweeth tooth I gotta taste, For a plate appetite like I ain't ate
Man know that ima beast, Dog you should get a priest
Before I have you chilling like you sitting in the breeze
Best if you believe, I don't want praise
Put you in a cloud like a spliff fulla haze
Hey Just lemme put you on game
I'm bout to put you on game
I, Just put you on game
No playtime, time to get it nigga
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime, Yeah
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime, Yeah
No Playtime, I'll never work for free
I got a boss bitch, that bitch work for me
Too much talking, it never work for me
You endorse the fee, I make the bitch body work
Magic on your eyes mind mesmerized
Put that money on your mouth vocal exercise
Like an addict with the habit I'll get you a fix
For the right price, Expert advice
You dig my expertise, its not for rookies baby
You a grown girl, don't shop at cookies baby
Shorty think she all grown and her game is tight
I'm stepping with my weapon and my aim precise
Don't put me in your scopes, I'll crush your hopes
No flaw all raw cant cut my coke
Have you strung out like dope, so you can't cope
So before you put the money up, you should know
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime, Yeah
No Playtime, No Playtime, No Playtime, Yeah

Written by:
Emile Dixon

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