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BWay Yungy - Play At All [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BWay Yungy
BWay Yungy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ellis Rheams
Ellis Rheams
Songwriter
Jeffery Tate
Jeffery Tate
Songwriter
Michael Roberge
Michael Roberge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitgotitlaced
Hitgotitlaced
Producer
ProdByBerge
ProdByBerge
Producer

Lyrics

(Berge always flexin') That's not all, mm, mm Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Brother say he ain't goin' nowhere, fair play you know my soul clean It's dangerous, I don't even know them But all these people, they know me On the interstate duckin' police Only up, 'cause I can't go to sleep Niggas wanna murder me, he made it out of surgery From the North, came home from a first-degree Started rappin', now, he takin' off How you leavе him on a murder scene? With holеs in his head, white chalk 'em out You know I ain't comin' in if I can't get my stick involved Lil' brother smack his blick at him, don't feel bad if you play at all I just want a gangster bitch like Queen Latifah, set it off I know I got anger issues, might flash if you don't answer my call I got brothers spankin' shit, they on you if I give 'em one call We ain't got no pics with this, we spinnin' 'til we get 'em all I'm the skully one who handles this dirty shit I seen a brick come from a ball Say, "Bro, pick up, nigga, this some urgent shit" I think somebody followed the car (this might be my last call) Hit up they shit, it's gon' go down Behind Lil Top, you know it's wild Gunners comin' with a hundred round They, they be like, "There go that boy" (oh) Big pistol weigh a hundred pounds (oh) Gave, that bitch my fuckin' heart (oh) Now, she fuckin' with the fuckin' rounds (oh) Ain't trippin' on that, just hope you proud (Huh) We comin' around to hunt you down Give me time to think about Brother say he ain't goin' nowhere, fair play you know my soul clean It's dangerous, I don't even know them But all these people, they know me On the interstate duckin' police Only up, 'cause I can't go to sleep Niggas wanna murder me, he made it out of surgery From the North, came home from a first-degree Started rappin', now, he takin' off How you leave him on a murder scene With holes in his head, white chalk 'em out You know I ain't comin' in if I can't get my stick involved Lil' brother smack his blick at him, don't feel bad if you play at all (Lil' brother smack his blick at him, don't feel bad if you play at all) (From the North, came home from a first-degree)
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