Don't Play W!th Me

I make niggas that talk that shit limp
No time for that back n forth shit
I know niggas that pull up on simps
Make em tap out so they quit
Don't talk to me if you don't make no sense
Matter fact don't talk at all
Sshh moving in silence and move in suspense
Lift up my shirt and I draw

Bitch I'm the God of the skies and the lakes and the music and air, no one compares
Gimmie the crown or I'm taking the shit, I am that nigga, no ones my heir
I could run circles round niggas so open your mouth eat my dust, I am robust
Tylenol PM I'm taking that shit, sleeping on niggas, on top of her bust
AR look like it been lying on niggas Pinocchio shit
Check my portfolio shit
Got a new foreign in foreign she told me to call her my chick she don't like the word bitch
I could go on and on about how I really do shit without needing my click
You niggas lame and they riding my dick I can make her shit flow without touching her clit



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Writer(s): Vaughn Knox
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