Jimmy Edgar - PLAY Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For PLAY By Jimmy Edgar?
Spitta Hitta miss me with the dumb shit.
These motherfuckers really got some fucking gumption coming to the function fronting like they run shit, spying on a bitch Yo I think he's fucking Russian.... Do we need to rush him? Bum concussion him? You was acting petty with the fetti, You was taking cuts in the cut, Niggas wit they nuts in a bunch, Niggas but a crunch on ya brunch, walking wit a limp and a crutch. You Play Play Poppo They Big Cheese, Punk Ass they see you down on your kneesies, Get down with Doggies Bet you got flea-sees, Opp bitches lurking, they not my species, Pill pop you perkin, Numbskull you rascal. Twitter finger bang bang, lost all your passwords, last place you made it, bum boy a scraggler, Blanco La Mykki Roll Camera Action! ( I always dreamed it would be like this) YOU CALL IT HUSTLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE YOU CALL IT STRUGGLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE YOU CALL IT HUSTLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE YOU CALL IT STRUGGLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE YOU CALL IT HUSTLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE YOU CALL IT STRUGGLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE YOU CALL IT HUSTLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE YOU CALL IT STRUGGLING ( WORK WORK). I CALL IT LOVE |
Who Wrote PLAY By Jimmy Edgar?
James Michael Edgar, Mykki Blanco, Travis Stewart
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What's The Duration Of The PLAY By Jimmy Edgar?The duration of PLAY is 2:36 minutes and seconds. |
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