Play My Ass Off

Josh Clemons

Ok yeah let's go

I'm original you kinda sloppy, (kinda sloppy)
Think you can beat me try and stop me
(Try and stop me)
You wanna be me (huh)
You tryna copy (ok)
But the only b you gonna get is
Gettin beat by me
I got the whole pie
You wanna a piece of this, (yeah)
Show me anybody's ass
And I'll beat it quick, (ok)
I'm goin in I'm goin hard, (what)
I finish anything even stuff I don't start

Let the games begin
Run tell ya friends
I came to win
I came to play my ass off

Round 2 (round 2) ding ding, (ding ding)
I'll break ya neck with one swing
That ain't the worst of (uh huh)
I draw first blood, (ok)
Somebody take him to the doctor
Get him nursed up, (what)
I don't play to lose (ok) I play to win, (yeah)
But if I do (uh huh) we'll play it again
I'm goin nuts (yeah) cashews
Hit him with them combos like fast food

Let the games begin
Run tell ya friends
I came to win
I came to play my ass off

You didn't hurt me (naw)
It's just a scuff mark, (uh huh)
You got yo ass handed to you
I tore you apart, (yeah)
Don't get up so quick (uh huh)
You'll get blindsided, (yeah)
This is my house (ok)
And you're not invited, (uhh uhh)
You think it winning huh
Don't get too excited, (naw)
I'm bringing fire to the flame
And I'm about to light it
Let me at him (let me at him)
Beat him up and pound him, (pound him)
I run circles around him
And like beef I ground him
Man why you scurred (scurred)
Now you lost for words, (what?)
Got kicked to the curve
You got a lot of nerve, (yeah)
Yeah he tried to run (run)
But didn't get far, (naw)
I broke ya jaw now you eatin outta straw

Let the games begin
Run tell ya friends
I came to win
I came to play my ass off

Let the games begin
Run tell ya friends
I came to win
I came to play my ass off

Ha oh what you thought that was tight
Aw you ain't seen nothin yet
Let me do a quick stretch

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