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T.I Blaze and Fave Lyrics

The right lyrics to “Play” by T.I Blaze that includes Fave will be discovered beneath.

TI Blaze & Fave - Play Lyrics
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T.I Blaze & Fave – Play Lyrics

Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah

Uh-mm, mm

Ah-uh, mm-mm

I see you coming, I see you coming

They wan come attempt me, obilibon child

Pause

I really feel like they don′t know what taking place

30B on me, one million child, uh

Don’t be ready on me, I swear (I swear)

Don′t be ready on me, I swear (I swear, I swear)

Ah-ah, ah, ahh

No come dey use me dey play, feelings are loopy

How a lot you give me troway?

Your phrases ain’t do nothing

You possibly can’t contact me (contact me)

I′m blinding (blinding)

Sure, I stated so, you match come attempt me (you match come attempt me)

Ah-ah, ah, ahh

No come dey use me dey play, feelings are loopy (feelings are loopy)

How a lot you give me troway? (how a lot you give me troway?)

Your phrases ain′t do nothing (your phrases ain’t do nothing)

You possibly can′t contact me (contact me)

I’m blinding (blinding)

Sure, I stated so, you match come attempt me (you match come attempt me)

Ohh, uh-oh, yeah

You′ve obtained your life to stay (yeah)

I’ve obtained my life to stay (mm)

I no match dey power you, you get freedom to stay (you get freedom to stay)

Ah-ah (ah-ah)

Apart hypocrisy (yeah), apart hypocrisy (yeah)

Present me what you good at a time I dey busy (time I dey busyyy, ah)

My spouse wey no care, foh dey carry my matter for head

I no need no difficulty

And, you understand say, my cash too giant, a kele toh dangerous

Cash lengthy like tissue, gbabe (gbabe)

So many nights, I no match speak (I no match speak)

O lu′le pa bora pelu Martell (Martell)

Shey you no know that, shey you no overlook oh?

No come dey use me dey play (uh-uh-ah), feelings are loopy

How a lot you give me troway?

Your phrases ain’t do nothing (your phrases ain’t do nothing)

You possibly can′t contact me (contact me)

I′m blinding (blinding)

Sure, I stated so, you match come attempt me (you match come attempt me)

Ah-ah, ah, ahh

No come dey use me dey play (play), feelings are loopy

How a lot you give me troway?

Your phrases ain’t do nothing

You possibly can′t contact me (contact me)

I’m blinding (blinding)

Sure, I stated so, you match come attempt me (come attempt, attempt)

(Harmful, Harmful)

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