Lyrics:
nobody tryna play here, Nobody is tryna play witch'all TP yeah he pimping, TP yeah he pimping, Voice up dey can hear yu Voice up dey can hear Yu Voice up
miss (Lecrae) yeah And me and Thiz ain't got no beef witch'all We preach life, preach Christ Preach peace to y'all You might see us outside
play with us on God We gon' put him up Bro, they keep sayin' they run the city Tell us what part Only reason these hoes fuck witchall Is cause I broke
[MC Breed] I'm in it witch'all (okay) Hit big cash, I'll spend it witch'all Win at the casino bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey) Leave in my
cosmic Stop I had to call the cradle New Jet Li the bacon Made that money Fast and angry I ain't got time to play Witchall Niggas be ready
gon pass that I don't wish dat I was witchall Swea I'll OD on dis drank just so I can come and kick it witchall
smilin' witchall You gonna see me frown That's why I keep music All around the bed So I can call Frisky Very hard to be led in the wrong direction
smilin' witchall You gonna see me frown That's why I keep music All around the bed So I can call Frisky Very hard to be led In the wrong direction Frisky,
leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
They ain't the reason, you went and bought a pair of shelltoe The (fuck) is wrong witch'all? People want to hurt Rev. Run, say cause I got dough
wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all Check this out I slid up in a party where some suckers was at Out of bounds slipping fucking with this
this but I'll share it witch'all check this out I slid up in a party Where some suckers was at Out of bounds slipping fucking With this hood rat My
the mothafuckin ruckus (You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall (Uh-huh) [Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)] Who get drunk
c'mon punk ass niggas Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall (uh-huh) Who get drunk at night 'til the early morn'? Tap dances at the party like it's
Niggas got me behind the pot again, man Fuckin' wit'chall product again, man, you The Pyrex is bubblin', the stove is broke, fuck it Use the flame
wit'chall Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm You're lookin like you need a reason to smile You're lookin kind of... welll, lookin kind of right Has anyone ever told you you
Family, united, y'know? It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up Y'all niggaz come scrap witcha'll heat or get laid the fuck down, word up, no games Y'all
wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
the rest And I ain't playin witcha'll haters since why'all fucked up my order Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter Now my cousin, called
House to come fuck witch'all Animal House full of skateboarders, headbangers, slang bashers You know, check me out Ah-yo Tha Liks work beats like
witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you
I'm fuckin round witchall stupid ass niggaz too ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz niggaz ??? fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail and most
Bill In the projects where my man got killed [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rockin' witch'all all night Used to be a little stressed now
rappers (yes!) Wit'chall sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me if you ain't tryna box me back And watch your back, don't take another look into the eyes
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