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BIG MELLO lyrics : "Playa' Made"

[talking:]
Uh uh, it's going down mayn whoo
Man uh, going down mayn


[Big Mello:]
Uh, I got it bad like Usher

Cats gon Mello, be the head buster
Can't touch the, track bum rusher
Shine like clusters, wreck off busters

Huh no doubt, I bring heat call me
The alarm, spit fire like dragon
Oof, come through deuce out the roof

Sitting on ricks, screens show flicks
D's got nicks, and the damn paint wet
Glass 84's, see I'm gold like a vet

Hit licks out of town, first class on jet
Touch down, stretch limo and Moet
Get the do', for the show you know

Got do's full of pros, wanna see the Mello
Body rocking, hip-hopping and shocking
Popping game to these shoppers, that be out here bopping


[Hook: x2]
Playa made, everyday all day

Do it my way, super fly way
Y'all know, how the damn thing go
%#@! y'all know, I come from the 3rd Coast


[Big Mello:]
Trend setter, paper go getter

Tougher than leather, game so clever
When I drop, I make em get it together
They running to the studio, trying to get better

I run through the damn zoo, like ragu
Not lil' boys, ride out the FUBU
Southside Northside, M.V.P.

From the Studewood, to the A-B-T
Boys feel me, still sucker free
When you see me, you see J and Gene

Huh right at ya, lyrical master blaster
Slower or faster, smash rap actors
I'm out the Plaza, 2-8-5-1

Watch me come through, banging Dum-Ditty-Dum
Flipping through the Mo, blow the hydro
In the M-C, with J.B. on 4's


[Hook x2]


[Big Mello:]
Boys wanna plex huh, on the mixtapes
East Coast West Coast, tripping on states

Way down here, we pushing that pay
Shoot that work, up and down the highway
Huh what it do huh, plex with my crew huh

Y'all new huh, Mello damn fool huh
The body rocker, on Cran and Vodka
Drop screens in the dropper, hit your $$# with the glocka

Blocka-blocka, for the blocker who try to stop a
Mob figga playa holla, if he clocking dollas
H-Town hard hitters, Southside gorilla

Pulling hits on trick $$#, snitch $$# ^!$$%z huh
Cake $$# ^!$$%z, can't see the bank ^!$$%z
Rhyme break scales, I'm a overweight ^!$$%

True hustlers, don't $#&@ with buckers
Y'all pretty boy ^!$$%z, bunch of gay mother$#&@ers what


[Hook x2]

[talking:]

Playa made playa made, man
Huh Southside way huh what, we ball and parlay
Huh what, and we KMJ huh

What uh come on now, uh uh come on now
Uh uh I see you Q, uh got me thoed so true
Huh what uh, come on come on uh

What these boys tal'n bout mayn, uh what
Can't fade this, know I'm tal'n bout
This that Southside %#@!, know I'm tal'n bout
Man hold up man, already already
Uh what, we body rock huh

What I, body rock come on uh ha-ha

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