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    1. I Ain’t Playin No More (Letra)

      Popa Wu

      Popa Wu

      Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

      [intro: lady raw]
      Uh, see this right here
      This is for niggas who think i’m playin
      I’m not playin no more
      I’m leavin niggas on the floor
      What the fuck you expect? it’s raw
      Come on nigga, come on and shit

      [lady raw]
      This world got me not knowin, what the fuck to do
      I’m locked up, on the block, with no air to move
      I drink booze to keep my head off the bad news
      Fake friends become enemies, never walked in my shoes
      I give vex with the tech, nigga make a move
      You choose to lose, i plan to be a winner wit ya pre-k rhyme
      Ya cats is beginners, get served to my dog for dinner
      And let my nine get up in ya, while the bullets dig thru ya
      You cats is incubator raps, hard for you to attack
      You’re trapped, can’t even move
      Still sippin simalac, i’ve been a lyrical fat
      Till the pussy crack, ten-five, 80 shots, hold that
      Your dead like a roach, sway with blackjack
      Run you over with the black ack, niggas gettin blood sap
      I’m kill tracks, panties sippin conignac
      Stay tense, hectic thoughts, pullin guns out my trench
      Momma said they put a jinx on me
      The only way you kill it off, murder everything
      And leave nothin to breath

      [chorus 1.5x: lady raw]
      And when you speak, speak up
      Messin wit this, keep up
      This means war, a lot cats gon’ get left on the floor
      I ain’t playin no more, you gon get what you askin for
      And i’m rippin ‘em raw

      [lady raw]
      My gats lift souls just like stigmata
      I’ve been waitin for the nigga who killed big poppa
      Bring him on, 4th and ave, let the nigga get popped up
      Give ya rocks up, i’m blowin ya balls to ya guts, nigga
      You’re straight up butt, you gets gun fucked
      These shiesty cats, make this bitch wanna shrive, shells to taste
      Make me wanna smack ya fucking senses off ya face
      These fake ass rap cats, i put ‘em in place
      Takin they space nigga, when you rhyme, shit’s a waste
      These steamin ass nigga, take my pump in they waist
      On your carpet, i leave a blood trace
      Leave your body found someplace, they call no place
      Never had a friend, lift these homos with the ten
      Cut his baby moms throat, fuck that hen
      Fuck ya flow, fuck ya trap, fuck you again
      Shit is serious, niggas got me walkin around fed
      Last time the doctor see you, there’s a hole in ya head
      Dead on the bread, niggas hidin from raw, give a fuck what you said
      Ya some livin walkin blackheads, that wordin my tread
      Workin my tread, word is bond, sportin my dread

      [chorus 2x]

      [lady raw]
      Every time ya niggas say my name
      Ain’t nuthin you can say, but she raw, just simple and plain
      Fuck what you playin, you ain’t for me, anyway
      Half ass, you pray, get it straight, any fuckin day
      Ya foolgetti’s thinkin ya can play, get played
      Get laid, ‘cross the pave, wit my blood gauge
      You garglin blood, ain’t nobody hearin what you say
      Fuck what you said nigga, you dead
      I laugh when the red spread
      I’m puttin dem holes in your ho’s head
      Wanna be down with me, yeah, you must be fuckin stupid
      I’m the bitch that cha don’t wanna have shit to do with
      Buckin ‘em duck, leavin they piece clueless
      Shootin spaces in the heart of they vest, i’m fuckin loveless
      That’s why i wrote for delf, tag alongs made me vexed
      I don’t wanna have to make a mess
      Make heads get splashed ‘cross the glass when i compress
      These streets got me stressed, blowin tecs
      Puttin your wives and kids to rest
      I’m up to guns, money, the upset life, switch to the lovely life
      Thousand dollar boots, six hundred grand ice
      For me to stay broke, i’m just too nice
      See the sunrise, see the gun side, you kill for the life

      [chorus 2x]

      [outro: lady raw]
      Bitch, rip ‘em raw, rip ‘em raw
      Leave ‘em bodied on the floor
      Peace to my nigga bliss, my doo-doo, i love you you, ooo-ooo
      This for the niggas that hated on me
      Even though i ain’t playin no more
      I’m rippin ‘em raw, hold that, take that
      Hold that, look back, get clapped, blaa, hah

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