Playa Hayta lyrics

Artist  : Saafir 
Song : Playa Hayta



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 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
shit, 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 ass

Rhyme

Nickel plated statements with nickel

Plated

Knuckle faded faces. no matter
what

The race is I hope ya cockpit got
shit,

I stock

Hits. inventory
glorious. I owe me this

I’m on my homies
shit - 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 ass away. j. groove is on the cross,
i’m

The heavyweight fader of a playa

Hayta



Analysis is deep, forever
on the peep

And i’m

The best, the
crest of the ho shit...

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 bitch is
gettin’ around like tupac

Servin’
niggas two at a time like she

Got

Two
cocks. new blocks she be conquering

Zip
codes, I rip ho’s that be lappin’ up

Mark ass 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