playin w toyz ft. colum Lyrics

Yuh, Yuh,

Yeah, Yuh, Yeah, Yuh,

Uh , Ay, Ay,

I speed in the whip, Got ya bitch in the whip

And my bro keep a clip

I'm countin the chip, I'm countin the chip

Ya bitch really chips, How is you cuffin that bitch

Yeah, ya talking that noise

Ya really pussy, I pray for ya boyz

I play with the grip, no i don't play w toyz

No I'm just rappin, I don't need employ

I'm servin ya drinks with the K roll

Ya really stupid, Ya don't even know

Don't play with me, you could get poked

Yeah cop sum grabba, now we finna smoke (smoke, smoke)

I walk in the function, the bitches is stoked

Did bad on da play, you choked

He did bad on the gram, Got exposed

Don't play with me, You just a hoe

I could never switch on my bros

We finna fuck up the game

We switching the sound, We doing it different

Pass to K2, We like Scottie & Pippen (Scottie & Pippen)

Back in the city receiving that pussy, I feel like Stefon

K2 nigga, yeah he is the don

I'm patting ha back, take her to all the arms

I gave you my heart, That bitch did me wrong

I'm really all of this pain in a song

Im the king of the jerk, Bitch I feel like Lebron

That bitch looking dumb, Get whatever she want

No matter the place, I'm with whatever you on

I like a lil baddie, She stunt in Laurent

You talk to me crazy, Like pass me the runtz

That bitch is so crazy, I'm smoking a blunt

I speed in the whip, Got ya bitch in the whip

And my bro keep a clip

I'm countin the chip, I'm countin the chip

Ya bitch really chips, How is you cuffin that bitch

Yeah, ya talking that noise

Ya really pussy, I pray for ya boyz

I play with the grip, no i don't play w toyz

No I'm just rappin, I don't need employ

Call me JJettas, the way I get griddy in it

She call me a fisherman, I'm finna grip it in her

Commanding the pussy, they call me lil diddy

Go take off yo shirt, While I rub on ya titties

I'm creaming up on, need some milk for the Trix

Come to New York, L.E.S block

TK & colum, balenci & rick

K2 go straight to the boat

If I love you bad, I'm putting it all in ya throat

Walk through the rain, Like baby come grab on my coat

She lovin the way I perform, beggin be all at my shows

Baby I like you real bad, You ain't like these other lil hoes, You ain't like these other lil hoes

You ain't never act like these hoes

Dip in some cream, suckin on all of ya toes

This man yellin, Ya lil manz tellin

My lil manz a demon, he fightin some felons

My lil manz a demon, he fightin some felons

I'm on the big screen like Ellen

Depends on the day, you don't know what i'm sellin

Like damn calm down, Just stop all the yelling

Ya not gettin a song, Ya just get a snip

I speed in the whip, Got ya bitch in the whip

And my bro keep a clip

I'm countin the chip, I'm countin the chip

Ya bitch really chips, How is you cuffin that bitch

Yeah, ya talking that noise

Ya really pussy, I pray for ya boyz

I play with the grip, no i don't play w toyz

No I'm just rappin, I don't need employ