Back to Top

Everyone That Played Me Video (MV)






Konsept the Emcee - Everyone That Played Me Lyrics
Official




Yeah
Yeah I'm in my zone
Stop calling my phone
Yeah I'm in my zone
Stop calling my phone
Yeah I'm in my...
Keep grinding your teeth
You're all just addicted to hating me
Fakery making me crazily wasting
These wannabe homies that's constantly snakin' me
Lately I been keeping my distance
From all of yo f*ck shit
Y'all been trying to get at my line
Good luck with me picking up bitch
Like, "Hey this is Konsept and I am so sorry
That you called and I couldn't get to the phone
Probably recording, or sleeping, or eating
Or maybe I found me a short to bone."
All bout my skrilla, these niggas don't want it,
Then f*ck it. I got out and get it alone
Learned if the team isn't with it
You man up and handle that shit on yo own
Lemme get that work, I'ma flip that work
I'm up in that urban serving
Might hit the curb as I'm rollin' my purp
And I'm spilling my drink on my knees
While I'm swerving
See, I don't need no new friends
I hold onto my old guns
All I want is them blue bills
Y'all just trap for them old ones
Find out where them hoes from
Talking dollars, we'll hold tongues
Looking for me, man I'm on one
Cause niggas joog and make no funds
And living broke is just no fun
Shit I had to just go dumb
Looking for me, man I'm gone son
Looking for me, man I'm gone son
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

Yeah
Yeah I'm in my zone
Stop calling my phone
Yeah I'm in my zone
Stop calling my phone
Yeah I'm in my...
Keep grinding your teeth
You're all just addicted to hating me
Fakery making me crazily wasting
These wannabe homies that's constantly snakin' me
Lately I been keeping my distance
From all of yo f*ck shit
Y'all been trying to get at my line
Good luck with me picking up bitch
Like, "Hey this is Konsept and I am so sorry
That you called and I couldn't get to the phone
Probably recording, or sleeping, or eating
Or maybe I found me a short to bone."
All bout my skrilla, these niggas don't want it,
Then f*ck it. I got out and get it alone
Learned if the team isn't with it
You man up and handle that shit on yo own
Lemme get that work, I'ma flip that work
I'm up in that urban serving
Might hit the curb as I'm rollin' my purp
And I'm spilling my drink on my knees
While I'm swerving
See, I don't need no new friends
I hold onto my old guns
All I want is them blue bills
Y'all just trap for them old ones
Find out where them hoes from
Talking dollars, we'll hold tongues
Looking for me, man I'm on one
Cause niggas joog and make no funds
And living broke is just no fun
Shit I had to just go dumb
Looking for me, man I'm gone son
Looking for me, man I'm gone son
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Adiel Jaime, Daniel Hernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


Tags:
No tags yet