L.A.C - Devil's PlayGround

It's Down South Hustla Music
Richboy
Let's Go
Let's Go
You can meet me at the crossroads
Or you can wait until
I get home
Playing on the Devil's Play Ground
But I will never ever
Sale my soul
I'm a lil bit country
And I'm really from the hood though
Now tell me is it real love
Or is it just another love Jones
Rock out
Living like a Rockstar
Grind hard Party Hard
Swear the grass greener
In the front than the back yard
Old school whipping limo tint
On the windows
Big smile on my face
Screaming money ain't a thang
See that spiritual disease that's a
Different type of healing
You can break a dollar bill but
I will never change
I ain't giving you the blues
This is not a love song
Staying true to self
Screaming money ain't a thang
You can meet me at the crossroads
Or you can wait until
I get home
Playing on the Devil's Play Ground
But I will never ever
Sale my soul
I'm a lil bit country
And I'm really from the hood though
Now tell me is it real love
Or is it just another love Jones
Rock out
South Carolina, country boy
Yep, I'm the landlord
Feigning for some nana pudding
Show miss Grandma
Good in every hood I'm at
Wild boy, Cowboy
I ain't talking football
Ion need a face card
Wild thing, take a pretty girl
Make her heart sang
Rock'er like a baby
Milk her down like some good start
Old school whipping limo tint
On the windows
Big smile on my face screaming
Money ain't a thang
You can meet me at the crossroads
Or you can wait until
I get home
Playing on the Devil's Play Ground
But I will never ever
Sale my soul
I'm a lil bit country
And I'm really from the hood though
Now tell me is it real love
Or is it just another love Jones
Rock out

Written by:
Richard Little

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