No play

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Don't play with that boy he'll do ya wrong
We smoking on gas that shit so strong
We out on the block all night all long
You wanna come slime bitch ride along
I ain't playing fuck nigga let's get it on
Take a Percocet get High like a drone
Don't play with that boy he'll get ya gone
And I'm like that and I move like the pope
Put the beam on em Ian using no scope
On the opp block and we upping the score
I'm gottidagrim bitch and ya know
We come thru the front bitch lock the door
All these nigga broke and they poor
Slide on they block get low
Call up Purp and ya know
We taking over nigga we finna blow
Don't play with that boy he'll up the score
I'm fucking that bitch she singing my song
She loving on me she loving my clothes
She play with my heart then she gotta gooo
All this money on me and I'm making it tho
All these Percocets and they came from the store
If you outside better up the pole
Can fuck with you Nigga go home
You a fuck nigga everybody knoo
You been in the house you a lame bro
Don't play with that boy he'll do ya wrong
We smoking on gas that shit so strong
We out on the block all night all long
You wanna come slime bitch ride along

She wanna slide with the sHottaH okay
Lil bro pulled a move and got shot in his face
Ion fw these nigga these niggas be fake
Ion fw these niggas so stay in yo place
Me & Gotti go way back in the day
We got kick outta class in 6th grade we was in the hallway
I post up with this pack in the hood All day
Ain no love in my city yeah it's all hate
Nigga know ima get to the cake
Right now on god hell nah I can't wait
You ain't know I'm that nigga lil nigga you late
Ima blow that lil nigga got hit with this k
No ian saving these bitches ian got on no cape
Had to catch that boy slipping like he was on skates
Im fucking two different bitches they two different race
Got dat 555 & that bitch threw to waist
Like chacha yea we gone slide on yo place
Fuck dat rara we gone pull up let it rain

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Don't play with that boy he'll up the score
Im fucking that bitch she singing my song
She loving on me she loving my clothes
She play with my heart then she gotta goo
All this money on me and I'm making it though
All these Percocets and they came from the store
If you outside better up the pole
Can't fuck with you Nigga go home
You been in the house you a lame bro
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Don't play with that boy he'll do ya wrong
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Writer(s): Grim Spenxer
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