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The Motto Play Dirty by Yungen Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2012

[Verse 1: Yungen]
I'm the fucking man with the team about
Bare masquee something to scream about
Her high jeans look good so I clean her out
Waking up with the same girl you dream about,(ugh)
Someone tell 'em don't sleep on me
Need my own room she's getting to sweet on me
So I tell sonny jim I got the heat on me
Gully dogs for anybody who try creep up on me
Cool get 'em more energy
I be tryna pitch if I ever see an enemy
Whistle in the end boy I could have been a referee
Put 'em on the spot and make that clown pay a penalty
Blow red dot
Headshot
Leg drop
Heard he flings stones, Catch him sleeping make his bedrock
Talking all that talk boy you can meet the deathdrop
All you gonna see is flashbombs if I ever make the lead pop
Whoop whop, thats a bit to much COD
Turn off the computer back onto the job
Play dirty money first I thought you knew the squad
They be talking punch lines ...
Still up on the block tell the young ones make cheddar
Fuck the gangbanging shit tell 'em make your cake better
They say i've gone soft you can hate brother
Fuck being boxed in missing mayweather
[Hook: Drake]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once: that's the motto nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't seem 'em cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?

[Verse 2: Konan]
Check listen there ain't no comparing
Nigga can't stand it 'cos they're all cheering
Phone me on O2 and wonder why im airing
To busy getting 'ed and I ain't sharing
Ch-chick staring
And I dont need a girl
Repping from my hometown tryna get a girl
Oh well they probably think ive failed
Cos nearly everybody over here's been jailed
Well tro told me get dough
But i've been getter paper way before I met tro
Holla at that lewis made them all let go
Now they go sainsbury's cos they dont wanna test Ko
From the ghetto
Ive been the man yo
Cos i'll be eating your grands
Call it Nandos
Cos I ain't got bentleys and Lambo's
Tryna see notes so I took his P and O's
I ain't part of cash money but niggers better rate me
Cos feds wanna bird man and girls want my baby
This ain't EastEnders and I ain't Stacey
But they clap the swag cos my jeans look crazy
See he used to be a pimp now he Buns B
Probably why my dons got a phone full of junkies
Oh my God Tally look at my Uggs (Comfy)
[Hook: Drake]

[Verse 3: Krept]
Swag outta space thats why I'm looking at you for
Got alot of kicks cos im always judo
Where the good girls? whered they all go?
Ask jason. De rulo!!
Where them G's at. Look properly
Them G's us. So don't cross me
Dont hype with your don please
Pull it out you’ll leg it it together not knees
Or kidnapped keep talking
Get taped in the box walkman
My niggas like sticks nothing that you'll ca'ndle
My back shots if they have a jack daniels
Chipped days my frame was rowdy
I robbed niggers saudi
Roll up with a four beat shots then I'm audi
Thats the old me now I progress
It's music we fucking sell, phone sex
Birds wanna bread, wanna know krept
Like 2 minutes they want to hold sex
Yeah she wanna screw, so I'mma nail her
And if she want Krept then I'mma Trainer
She heard I got chips, so I'mma Cain her
Had her tongue on Krept so I LACED her
[Hook: Drake]