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Jx.Zero

Playboy

 

Playboy

(Album: In My Sins - 2021)


This is America, my president is black and my Lambo is blue nigga
Now get the fuck out my hotel room
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Uh, Uh

She treat me pretty like a playboy don't play boy you twenty-one
I was fifteen shopping for them chains, boy
Early as a jit in diapers some shit had to change, boy
Not like these other niggas I get cake, no I don't play boy

You hear how I'm having, I can't hang 'round here face savage
Want these streets so bad they capping
I can't say I'm from the hood
Just know I'm armed and ready, packing
Pops said they can't catch you lacking
Long as you move how your rapping
In the shadows like I'm Batman
And that shit brought me trash
We're really 'bout that action
It's more than Gucci fashion
My back was damn near New Orlean and I ain't never back in
My neck was damn near in the rope and I ain't never tap in
Oh, he think he God, come show me some
Seen red and blue, don't know 'bout nun
Come get your bitch I see her crushing
What you rollin'? Woods, Russian
Is she bad? No I'm crushing
You gon' stop with all that fussing
Came up grinding, ain't had nothing (Uh)

She treat me pretty like a playboy don't play boy you twenty-one
I was fifteen shopping for them chains, boy
Early as a jit in diapers some shit had to change, boy
Not like these other niggas I get cake, no I don't play boy

I done been back to back
But I'm still gonna break her back
And I'm still gonna get these racks
Been broke and I put this on my bro, you won't see me back
I held my hand out for niggas, all that did was hold me back
Shit, Jx why you spitting all these facts
Just the truth of me, otherwise I'm fuckin holding back
Sorry, I can't be your man
I'm sorry, she a fuckin fan
I get bread all these fuckin bands
I was seven years old, on God, I knew I was the man
Shit, dropped outta school never had no fuckin plan
Got my boy, he 5'2 but he shoot like NBA Jam
Oh, you need help, tuff
I was down bad I don't recall you ever giving a fuck
Even when I'm on my ass I still ain't had enough
And she can't fly on private jets cause she not bad enough

Uh, Uh
I get the Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
I get the Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
I get the Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Aw, Damn
I get the Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
I get the Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
I get the Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh

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