
Pull It Off Young Bleed (Ft. C-Loc, Lay Lo, Lee Tyme & Lucky Knuckles)
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[Intro]
They say to play with a man's money is to play with a man's life
And to play with a man's life means you playin' with your life
And like that nigga face say
Motherfucker, play with your life, motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Nah-nah-nah
If it's a cost to be a boss I be hustlin' high
Without a doubt I'm in and out through my puzzling eyes
You can see I, through chain promise
Predicted but it gets wicked for real
I'm back up on the hill ho
Hollerin' if you ever play the game you know
The love I'm speakin' of
Face to face they wanna analyze young thug
Bone in it, swung in it
Don't get it about my papers, see I
Money makes the caper, money makes 'em player hate ya
So watch your back, but there's your aphrodisiac
Cognac and fast sex, ol' black ass nigga you
Nigga who? Really, really wanna
If they catch you when sleepin' you's a gonna
Boo-ya! Stuck off in a corner
Perpendicular, perplexed, and paralyzed
From the waist down, you shoulda recognized
Don't make me tie-tie you
My nigga, thank you!
But if you ever disrespect me I'ma bank you!
Nigga ha-ha, that's how the games goes
I'm in the same clothes I wore yesterday
Tryin' to take the stress away
Smokin' on some hey-hey
My nigga then, whatchoo wanna do?
I got more love than in our lives, so it's on you
To the east, that beat
My nigga be, hey, nigga
They say to play with a man's money is to play with a man's life
And to play with a man's life means you playin' with your life
And like that nigga face say
Motherfucker, play with your life, motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Nah-nah-nah
If it's a cost to be a boss I be hustlin' high
Without a doubt I'm in and out through my puzzling eyes
You can see I, through chain promise
Predicted but it gets wicked for real
I'm back up on the hill ho
Hollerin' if you ever play the game you know
The love I'm speakin' of
Face to face they wanna analyze young thug
Bone in it, swung in it
Don't get it about my papers, see I
Money makes the caper, money makes 'em player hate ya
So watch your back, but there's your aphrodisiac
Cognac and fast sex, ol' black ass nigga you
Nigga who? Really, really wanna
If they catch you when sleepin' you's a gonna
Boo-ya! Stuck off in a corner
Perpendicular, perplexed, and paralyzed
From the waist down, you shoulda recognized
Don't make me tie-tie you
My nigga, thank you!
But if you ever disrespect me I'ma bank you!
Nigga ha-ha, that's how the games goes
I'm in the same clothes I wore yesterday
Tryin' to take the stress away
Smokin' on some hey-hey
My nigga then, whatchoo wanna do?
I got more love than in our lives, so it's on you
To the east, that beat
My nigga be, hey, nigga
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