Saafir Playa Hayta Lyrics

Playa Hayta Lyrics

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