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SAAFIR lyrics : "Playa Hayta"

It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt
Ya with my brain
I'm the editor-in-chief,

The leaf-a-rap a dope %#@!, antique
Rope kits for the hang time, a
heinous crime

'Cause I drain his mind. Open it up,
oh...not
The same as mine, not the same $$#

rhyme
Nickel plated statements with nickel
plated

Knuckle faded faces. No matter what
the Race is I hope ya @@#!pit got %#@!,
I stock

Hits. Inventory glorious. I owe me this
I'm on my homies %#@! - the homeless
shown

This skill is real when I attack from
the
Back I'll say a rhyme then pull your

spinal
Cord from your torso, more so or
better

Yet more or less it's not an option
I'm coppin'
A plea seizing a shop and hopin' a

cop's
A blow of the past. If not, I'll be
blowin'

His $$# away. J. Groove is on the cross, I'm
The heavyweight fader of a playa
hayta


!@%(ysis is deep, forever on the peep
and I'm

The best, the crest of the ho %#@!...
yeah,
You can't manifest destiny unless it's

me
Oh, you don't approve of my moves
but I'm not

Starvin' for jargon, so save it.
My libido is
The needle to the wax, I like to tax in

Gazebos, surviving like a mac king,
clever
Never lacking when I'm stacking

endeavors
I try and try to tell fools, that I've been
Through hell and my tools ain't the same

As yours. Coors Light that's what
they're
Drinkin', must be I'm wrong yours is

right
That's why you're sinkin' in your own
sight

Nose is in my business, witnessin'
your
Own fate, drownin' in your own lake

of hate
But I don't see no abstinent crabs in it
Perverse perpin' after the salt I can

hear the rehearsal of a serpent,
urgent
'Cause you don't use your head when

you
Shed skin - dead end...for a playa
hayta


Charades, are played but I keep
getting it in

Large amounts because I be doin'
these Hoogies' charge account like a banker
I'm patient and I be waiting like an

anchor
To spank her. Then I get the softy
sanka
Coffee drinkin' breath stinkin'
cheddar cheese

Eatin' wheat germ, checker board
pants
Wearin' can't dance, and you're starin' in
My grill. But you had a steak
a nervous

Twitch and you're a badly fake and I
heard
His (*##$ is gettin' around like Tupac
Servin' ^!$$%s two at a time like she
got

Two @@#!s. New blocks she be conquering
Zip codes, I rip ho's that be lappin' up
Mark $$# lames then charge it to the
Game. So he next time you step to
me

Like a defense attorney, Ha!...I'll
fade ya
'Cause you're a playa hayta.

From a real playa ' cause I play the
game

The same, not behind no dame, so
you
Can get these thangs

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