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| MYSTIKAL | I Aint Playin |
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I aint playin!
(Huh)
Yall see me enter this motherfucker SHUT THE FUCK UP
I aint playin
(He aint playin)
(Tell him nigga)
Talk shit behind my back
(But when they see me, they dont wanna see me)
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches
BACK yo ass (woooh) FUCK UP
Gimme some fucking room to put my gold plaque up
I fucked all dat up ROLIN I break these fuckin bitches back open
And watch me turn my dreams realistic
Dat kinda would make you wear black armour or may handset yo picnic
Im drinkin but Im still thirsty
Madder than a motherfucker dats why Im cursing
Said Im up here but when Im live and in person
Whippin yo ass from over to the clothes to the curtain
To each and every other rapper Im a burden
I keepem hearin me cause Im smooth like (?)
YALL niggaz washed up like the turd
SO! Goin straight for your motherfuckin throat
The rhymes that I wrote
Playin is goin to get you fucked up
Bout to let you bitches know
I aint playin wit u
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches
(He aint playin he aint playin)
I aint playin wit yo bitch ass
I aint playin
I aint playin with you bitches
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit yo bitch ass)
(Huh) (I aint playin)
(Whatchu told me?)
I thought I fucking told you
Bitch dont you ever
Think because Im handsome Im mild mannered
That you can damn me think my style aint standard
Fucking wit the man gone get you man handled
Mixing my boot camp name up in scandals and slenderness
Dats the reason niggas got tossed off the stage in Atlanta
Niggas be actin like they hard to understand
Its bout time for niggas to represent New Orleans, Louisiana
And them steel toe boots gone stomp yo ass
One hundred some odd niggaz ready to jump yo ass
STOMP yo ass way past the grass
motherfuckers run up but they dont last
I make a lot of cash and you others bought a (?)
Rabbit eyes couldnt see me threw a magnifying glass
I was born in jazz and I shine like brass... (But what?) (what?)
But I aint playin wit yo bitch ass
Like class card I aint s-s-studdin it
Dat dont mean Im bout to take yo shit though motherfucker (hell no)
I can see it in yo face you can see me comin
You insecure and jealous
Actin bad with yo woman
Already dont got yo money
Cant take shit from me try yo best to put your meanest face on from me
But I dont need you bitches cause you bad company
The only way you dont get stomped stay the fuck runnin from me
This motherfuckers coming up lovely
These niggaz cannot run me on nuttin (aint dat something Im)
Tight as a button the album cussin the
Whooole fucking up dat nigga and use words like a deadly weapon
Grab these motherfuckers by they thumb (Owww)
Ball yo stupid ass up and make yo ass look (dumb)
Do pass where Im standin knaw wha Im sayin?
When I fuck that (?) you betta tellem
I aint playin!
I aint playin wit u
I aint playin
(He aint heard me)
I aint playin
Fuck! Im tired of this shit
Rappin motherfuckers
All them niggaz tryin to use my name to sell there tape
I aint playin
I aint playin wit you bitches
It aint that I dont want to motherfuckers
But I aint got time to
Bitch I aint playin
I aint playin..
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