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Play Ya Part (feat. Gfresh) Video (MV)




Performed By: Golde P
Length: 3:06
Written by: Adonnis Sargent




Golde P - Play Ya Part (feat. Gfresh) Lyrics




Conversation wit a drug dealer
Learned the difference tween a gangster nigga and a thug nigga
Micheal Corleone of the microphone
Or Mr Big Daddy Jones wit a Stafford loan
Free Lil C my nigga keep it G
Being gangster ain't got shit to do wit being street
Ok you stopped that boy from breathing that ain't saying nothing
Kill that nigga while hes breathing now you saying something
CREAM cash rules everything around me
Had to go can't have no socks shit around me
Ok I asked em for they them niggas clowned me
Edukated too checkmate nigga crown me KING
Bitch I do my thing yea o do my thing
Summer winter fall spring all seventeen
This for my niggas in the bing you still on the team
I get a ring your get a ring Nd that's just how it go
Get em to ya front do bout a 100
Or mo
Used to be the intern now he runnin the show
Goes to show think big be big no
Christopher Wallace but I'm bout to be big whoa
Play wit mine I'll send a nigga home to meet Big
And when them people come ain't nobody seen shit
I wasnt him the one they said wasnt gone be shit
They knew that I was special
Boy they know I was gone be this

Out the gate
From the start
Just play ya part
Just play ya part
And dont you ever let No
Said dont you ever let nobody tell you different no

Said Out the gate
From the start
Just play ya part
Just play ya part
And dont you ever let No
Said dont you ever let nobody tell you different no
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Conversation wit a drug dealer
Learned the difference tween a gangster nigga and a thug nigga
Micheal Corleone of the microphone
Or Mr Big Daddy Jones wit a Stafford loan
Free Lil C my nigga keep it G
Being gangster ain't got shit to do wit being street
Ok you stopped that boy from breathing that ain't saying nothing
Kill that nigga while hes breathing now you saying something
CREAM cash rules everything around me
Had to go can't have no socks shit around me
Ok I asked em for they them niggas clowned me
Edukated too checkmate nigga crown me KING
Bitch I do my thing yea o do my thing
Summer winter fall spring all seventeen
This for my niggas in the bing you still on the team
I get a ring your get a ring Nd that's just how it go
Get em to ya front do bout a 100
Or mo
Used to be the intern now he runnin the show
Goes to show think big be big no
Christopher Wallace but I'm bout to be big whoa
Play wit mine I'll send a nigga home to meet Big
And when them people come ain't nobody seen shit
I wasnt him the one they said wasnt gone be shit
They knew that I was special
Boy they know I was gone be this

Out the gate
From the start
Just play ya part
Just play ya part
And dont you ever let No
Said dont you ever let nobody tell you different no

Said Out the gate
From the start
Just play ya part
Just play ya part
And dont you ever let No
Said dont you ever let nobody tell you different no
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Writer: Adonnis Sargent
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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