Rick Ross - Gunplay Lyrics

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I'm sittin at the table countin' my money

Ain't where i wanna be but i got a few hundreds

A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me

Well that's somethin' i gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? tired of ma face

Tellin' lies getting niggas wives tied up and raped

Similar to da mob deeper than a rap

All you niggas gettin' robbed all the cell phones tapped

Bullet in my head bullet in my chest

Yeah they want a nigga dead they envy my success

To be loved to be loved oh what a feelin'

Hundred rounds in da drum

Niggas gettin whacked no sympathy for the soft

Niggas snitchin' i know bitches who clippin' your dick off

I'ma boss champagne with the steak

Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case

Brisco line 2 young niggas what it do

He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through

That's love we go back to the blue house

And if she bad enough may take her to da new house

My maserati be da new body

Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party

I got her sleepin' in the king size

Last night i had tha bitch sittin' ring side

You wanna go that route go there

I been on this road before

(uh huh)

I know gunplay you know gunplay

(yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it i'm swingin' dat iron

(dat iron)

When i'm swingin' dat iron

(dat iron)

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Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying

My nigga so street my swisha so sweet

All this money on the table how a nigga gon' sleep

Speculations on my deal it was over ten mil

Blowin' herb chauffer plus home in new zeal through

Beat the case like gotti we the trill murder inc

I erased slip and slide they rainy in the mink

Look dead in her eye it's da end of the road

In the purple maybach means dat i'm getting' more dough

Smell the christian dior i used to be poor

When you cross florida lines boy i'm your leor

Boobi boys steal boobi boy's real

You can name a lot of lames that the boobi boys killed

Brisco line to young nigga what it do

Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through

That's love we go back to da blue house

And if he brought enough i may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route go there

I been on this road before

(uh huh)

I know gunplay you know gunplay

(yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it i'm swingin' dat iron

(dat iron)

When i'm swingin' dat iron

(dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying

Nigga how i'm livin' damn near dying

For every digit i get fuck they know 'bout that

I aint never put shit on the line just shit in they rhyme

I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga you ain't a threat nigga

Never seen a laptop in da projects nigga

Just powder cut with comet fuck them comics

Convicts and buyin' it if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum

Fuck shit ma nigga don't want this

Who dat who dat behind the curtain

I'll merk 'em wizard of oz niggas

Hiding behind money hiding behind luxury

I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shit

It's getting' ugly got torch on the line

Said he got a couple nuns i told him

Grab two koo bring 'em on through

You wanna go that route go there

I been on this road before

(uh huh)

I know gunplay you know gunplay

(yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it i'm swingin' dat iron

(dat iron)

When i'm swingin' dat iron

(dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying

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