Joey Purp - Playin Fair lyrics

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Joey Purp - Playin Fair lyrics

(Verse 1 – Towkio) I said Oooh! I swear we taking it over And I stepped in this bi**h and I feel fresh out a coma I swear these bi**hes be choosing But I know I'm the chosen I mean this flow is so static Get shocked if you get any closer I dropped the lean in I put my weed in diplomas Then my body got marts, I'm art I swear this the MOMA I get as soft the sofa And flip it hard as a rock No Smith, I need me a Jada I might just kick you a Jaden I see the future like That's So Raven And I know what I know I don't know bout know Oreos, but I know bout them O's And I know bout…in the Dressed up with hoodies and straps They come kick down your door and won't need no warrant for that And I'm a brother of father, then my nephew we growing My mama, she always working and finally got a promotion And every day yeah she text me She call me, tell me she love me I told her Mama don't worry, I'm trying to get to this money And I ain't got no homies Man I only got family Talking Vic there and Chano, Joey, Chukwu, and We used to whip in the…until that b**h got a Now we get high in Cali We taking flights over mountains And my bros, I got em Yeah I swear I got em From the city of Gotham Who knew this garden would blossom I remember concrete court Ball like Vince Carter Them shots on me to the head You can talk to the (Chorus – 4X) We ain't playing fair, no We ain't playing fair, no We ain't playing fair, no We ain't playing fair, no (Verse 2 – Joey Purp) I got a cup with a cup in it And some sprite with some stuff in it And a pocket with pills in it And a mind full of dreams in it And a bed with my b**h it And the world at my finger tips Now we came along way from that cup with some lean in it And I only got homies No I only got family Scratch that, I only got Hennessy Get you k**ed for a Camry Try'na go from….to a Grammy Trying to go from pack into pa**ion Trying to get a brick from Rick Ruben Shangri La like a bando Yeah my new s**t, my true s**t be sore off the handle Uber black cars pick up my black friends with blakas, they rap stars I'm talking Victor and Chano Trying to stop us in They kick us out of all our cla**es They just couldn't understand us I'm saying ooooh Bi**h I feel like we taking over Trying to rob the game This feel like when Vince Carter ball with Tracy McGrady I show her….with a dirty 380

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