D.O.N Archive - Playin' Around

Huh
Y'all know what the fuck going on
I need my money all Frank's, nigga
Fuck Lincoln, yeah, alright
I ain't pull up on yo bitch just to smoke, nigga
We was fuck linking, afterwards I'm gone inhale the smoke
Hop on the mic, & go
Fuck thinking, lately me & Dede been on all these beats
Tag teaming, man, the way we murder shit
Some ah say we shouldn't have a reason, shit
Why shouldn't we be eating? It was times that we was starving
Still making sure niggas ate, & niggas still was actin greedy man
That shit fucked up
'Cause I put my all into this rap & they still ain't wanna believe me
Have 'em looking sick when they see me
On they plasma TV, like "What the fuck
Ain't that Dede?", oh
You ain't think that you ah see me, you kicked me down
At my lowest, like you wouldn't ever need me
But shit, when I needed you
You decided to leave me, but it's cool
We gone be on top soon, please believe me, but meanwhile
We in the stu, rolling up this strong weed weed...with no seed seed
Ain't that what he said? Yes sir
Indeed deed
Nigga gone be dead if he play with me me...um
I don't know who the fuck Mimi is, but I meant
If he play with G, you get it
Just don't play with me, or it's gone get hea-
I mean, it's gone get hot, niggas pretending we opps, like
If it was that case, brody done been had the drop
I mean, we been had you got nigga
You don't live none of that shit that you rap about
Nigga, you sir cap a lot
But anyways, we tryna have these hoes passing out on tour
Off the shit we rap about, because we really live it
Yeah, shit
Why wouldn't hoes faint in the presence
Of the realest in it? Man
It seem like we the kings of the court
I don't really see no one else winning, man
Like that nigga Face said, these niggas finished
If any hatred been coming my way I ain't seeing it
I don't pay attention, but pay attention to how we be tripping
And nobody listen, but soon as we blow
They gone be claiming that they been the hippest
Make 'em watch us succeed from the nosebleeds
No they can't sit with us, y'all can never do this shit we do
Y'all really need to give it up, & you look corny with that Glock
Boy, put that pistol up, man it's finna be a cruel ass summer
I hope yo pistol tucked (gimme that) bro got the
Flash on the Glock, don't get yo picture took
Doing all that clout chasing shit just to get some looks
But then again, I can't pay that no mind
I'm tryna touch a hundred million plus
Rolling Cookie up in label meetings, man that shit a must
(On God) in there with my feet up
While they listening to our music, we getting high as fuck
Like, "damn, look at them Nappy Head Twins
Man they all-" alright
Tss... ha ha
Fuck, I ain't know that bitch was gone end right there
(Ha ha)

Written by:
Donte Larry, Roy Fields III

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