Don't Play
King Chi & Deacon Frost
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Waah, man I got my hands in it And it wasn't 'cause of the pandemic I play bitches I don't play yo' shit Wockhardt in the mix Got my Faygo thick Blueberry wit' the grape Now my Faygo Crip 3 Beans, lil' squeeze Gave her Play-doh dick, man I play bitches I don't play yo' shit Wockhardt in the mix Got my Faygo thick Blueberry wit' the grapes Now my Faygo Crip 3 Beans, a lil' squeeze Gave her Play-doh dick I just came from the block On some J-Lo shit Find me everywhere that Carmen Sandiego went Guerilla stone money gang They'll filet yo' clique Rolls gold Rucci 4's This ba'y bro whip My Dickey supress Stiffer than a Kano kick Ol' mark ass busters Y'all ain't on shit Tip of the iceberg Y'all ain't on tip Hollow tips out the F-N Bae go snitch And hurry up and do it Put me back on cable quick And I ain't use none of them beats Your label sent, so Lettuce be, get'cha tomato split Let me be or get'cha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a lil' 7:30 but it's 8:06 Ayyeee For the bag I get it crack'n like potato chips Why you hate me Got another batch of la No relationship Dick'll make a bitch obey Iss'a dick'tatorship Chidorah been in rotation We the greatest hits We GPS'n through that ocean Like a Naval ship Ain't no daps or handshakes unless we made a deal Cost a briefcase to make a brief case No shit Throw a sage bonfire on some ancient shit Date night, 200 Kobe steak and shrimp Damn Chi Who kept the steaks hot Alexander McQueens Step in some BAPE socks Broomstick, clean the room I d'n came mop My young dog black'n out Wit' a grey Glock You ain't want shit but 2Ks from GameStop Wake Forest Demon Deacon Who we play'n now In the front and out the back This my 'caine spot Red bubble vest Thug'n in my tank top I'ma knock another bitch once the train stop Money train on a mission outta state now Black dating got me not-ready to date now Give it away, give it away When I came now First black Ninja Turtle how I came down First black Ninja Turtle now I ain't around Put'n Jody on the place I'm a marriage-ender Who gon' do what Yeah I ain't scared of a nigga Yeah, yeah I'll pull down on you I'm ain't sparing a nigga Mmm-hmm Lemme see you hoes try to weave a hair trigger Play a crazy game wit' me Win a crazy prize My temper sent a nigga 'cause he Didn't pay his tithes Before a bullet do A favor prob'ly claim my life Get connected in the Buck I'm the cable guy Dickridin' ain't networking It's dickridin' Yeah yeah Only room for women on my genetalia Philla Warrior wit' Heat Andre Iguodala Bath like freshwaters of Lake Minnetonka, say Alchemy the colorway I'm King Midas Kick a nigga down a hill King Leonidas Got a pack o' peppers on me Like I'm Peter Piper, say I'm Dead nice, Gandhi in a cherry coffin Ultraviolet rays, avoid'n shade Oopsie-daisy Porcelain on the vases Throw rugs paisley I be tap'n bae pockets now On my Tom Brady Bet I dilute'it up wit' a lil' less concentration Die looted, awww We play bitches I don't play yo' shit Wockhardt in the mix Got my Faygo thick Blueberry wit' the grapes Now my Faygo Crip 3 Beans, a lil' squeeze Give her Play-doh dick, aww We play bitches we don't play yo' shit Wockhardt in the mix Got my Faygo thick Blueberry wit' the grapes Now my Faygo Crip 3 Beans, a lil' squeeze Give her Play-doh dick, awww You bought the B You ain't know him as a baby No if ands or maybes Hot Boy As a Juvenile F*ck a Drake leak As a B.G. Chopper City Start on Hawley Street I'm gainin' momentum Bitch was talk'n shit 'til I Gave her a Mentos Olivia Newton-John Came to get physical I just met her here, like Who came wit' them bitches This yo' girl 26 for a brick'o 'caine's inexpensive Always in the field Just ask the officials Neph-neph strapped Ain't gotta pass him a pistol Ship you the magazine Then ask you the issue, I Chose the Hardaway I'm a Warrior that'll mix you Skip through Warm-it-up Chris, missed you Been cross'n shit That's a UTEP 2-step Trill Cosby boolin' in a 2-Stack crew neck She spit on everything 'cause like my Brunette do rap Stallion like Meg WAP Ooh that's too fat Knock the pussy out with the Woo-wamp-boomp-bamp I ram'd last night Did your new man do that 5.7 Liter engine it Dodge hoes 7 Ram fleet, wit' the 2 Rams Blue black Entire album trash but 2 Jams do slap West Wing dope like a few gram Toot pack Instagram pic, give dude head 2 taps Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah look They be ask'n 'bout me like how why'he Honolulu Words cast spells, when I spell'm it's a voodoo Yeah they tried to knock me off my hustle Nigga mm-mmm The Smith-Schuster hater try'na Knock me off my Juju ELOHIM, Triple-headed hydra Annunaki nigga Weed keep me outer space blow'd Like Apollo missions I be hiding issues from my squad 'cause They ride and get'cha In the field, call'n plays Rock'n my Lombardi fitted In my Cross Colour joints Look'n at her Daisy Dukes Only thing I fear Are the things of which I'm capable I don't play your shit You get no spins inside the neighborhood Speaking on behalf of The people that's not able to he Took a shot and watch his tourney ball Midwest AAU Hard to kill but difficult to scare So it ain't no use Bring the world peace Crack the earth in half Make it two Try'na build a future for my baby girl to make it to I be d'n came date just Old presidential watch 8 Bucks Quik I'm at the taco truck Black MC-8 tucked 20 Dollar last broken bean Here take one You don't know what Soo Woo mean Don't say nothin' See I say Aye B', he'll press the K-button Grass low, we can always see the snakes coming Niggaz take you up top You ain't take nothing I'm grind'n in the streets Like my breaks rub'n F*ck a nigga bitch Makin' love to her mind Her OnlyFans Cash App Is synced wit' mine Rest in peace Pimp Her Bun need some shine Maaan I learn the easy tricks first when I skate whores Nigga how y'all lay'n up But'chu can't score Can't afford weight, then What you date for Hurricane season that's how I brainstorm Shut the f*ck up and Stay in your lane, homie Beef'n wit' girls We ain't got the same opponents Your Daddy chatty you was Born wit' lame components 760 Be my cousin plated name on it Power major long sleeves wit' the flames on it Perc-30 how I Supercharge the range on it On the West Wing, throw the pill Bang on her Put a nut on her This nigga put a name on her Block'd the bitch shot out-of-bounds Now the game over Shit I had ref stripes when she came over And I mask that too When I coach hoes Blow her head off Act like I don't know hoes Gone
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Don't Play Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 9 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/6092976/King+Chi+%26+Deacon+Frost/Don%27t+Play>.
Powered by CITE.ME
Discuss the Don't Play Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In