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King B Playing With My Friends

stove We'll all get in there cookin', then we'll throw open all the doors Playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends We'll have a good time, playin' with my friends

way, nigga the "G" way Blowin' my hair back, gettin' my dick sucked on the freeway I never lie on my dick cuz that's a playa rule Smokin' weed, gettin

it down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know I?m on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money on my

retrieve her And go get her like a wide receiver But we don't play no ball See when it comes to you babygirl, B.B. don't play at all [Verse 1 (Chris

close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my

to remember fore' I have to get all of my crew and em' Wild street niggas from way back ah while I keep it hot Flexing with Bill Golayoot from B.K. to

a junk bond king playing Seminole Bingo Well, the SEC is far behind Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos A long way from Liechtenstein I'm a junk bond king playing

Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood

m storming with lead showers And I'm murderous, common is formerly Nastradamus I'm going for the top regardless Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king Ghosts of my dead friends