Big Rico - Playground (feat. P Da Pilot)
Out in Puerto Rico With the mother fucking plugWhite tee, Boston fitted Mami wanna hug
But I wanna huh Mami give me love
Pockets full of ones You know im from the slums
Hate fake niggas that be playing with they thumbs
And you know we throwing stuns
Weed up in my lungs, Za to be exact
You know these niggas wack And you know these bitches wack
They be on my sack
One two, pow look at me now
Black hoodie P fitted bouta lay you down Then im outta town
Never outta bounce
These bitches loss and found And we sell it by the pound
You know my niggas hounds That'll hunt you niggas down
I don't hang with fucking clowns And you niggas fucking clowns
Playing on that playground that's what made me fucking tough
Most these niggas scared And most these niggas bluff
Hoes I don't cuff and niggas I don't trust
Money is a must I said money is a must
Playing on that playground that's what made me fucking tough
Most you niggas scared And most you niggas bluff
Hoes I don't cuff and niggas I don't trust
Money is a must I said money is a must
Money is a must
I'm a port life nigga, and I be repping for the town
I'm a young black king, Don't be messin up my crown
One two three, my little cousin ran the streets
He be bagging up work, selling edis to the fiends
Four five six, my hitta bought a new stick
And they came in all black, they be matching with his kicks
Seven, eight, nine, bad bitch she's a dime
I be giving her that look, she be knowing it's time
Money times Ten, it's time to get this bread
All you niggas is my sons, lay down, go to bed
Life is a movie, Gotta a couple groupies
Just need one call, to buy me a toolie
Buy me a toolie, Just need one call, to buy me a toolie
Toolie, toolie, toolie, toolie toolie, toolie, toolie, toolie, toolie, toolie, Toolie
Written by:
Peterson Philippe, Raul Mejia
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