Motown Playas Ball Pt. 2 lyrics
by Smoke DZA
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
All my b*tches is light skinned
Big dog lift up skirts like a light one
Cold game, baby this Iceland
I'm loving all the honeys, indightmant
I'm forever picking the right friends
Your homegirl miserable, a weirdo, everytime we smoke, she get spiritual
Told her "cool out", she undressed, litteral
Critical, sh*t is getting physical
In the groove, she was on her knees way before it got political
Take a week off, baby, let's hit Paris for lunch
Depending on how you play it, you might just get a monCame from a lil runt to eating Calamari
Love to party with Khaled, Quavo and Lil Yachty
My teath hard like Mozarottis
Cool but the haters on a high rade
I be like "whatever" on a high day
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9]
I said I live by a number of laws
Just 1 of me = like a hundred of y'all
Everything I used to be involved with, guns was involved
Used to be maried to the stnow I'm running the north
You n*ggas must be out your motherf*cking mind, the way you talk
I'm a Detroit player, I'm talking like Big Sean
Feds got you n*ggas snitchin, I'm talkin like Nick Barns
Dead n*gga walkin, I'm talkin like Rick Grimes
Payed so many doos, it's like I oh myself hood fair
I'm good in any hood, and if I ain't, I go to that hood and make myself good there