Letra

Woo Ooh, that drink raw, yeah Pass me a lighter man Yeah Ayy, I'm in the booth right now right And I look around and I finally realize That I done turned myself to a motherfucking self made millionaire, you digg Everybody love me except for one group of bitch ass niggas Ayy, don't play with me, play with yo bitch Let's go Don't play with me (don't do that), play with your bitch Young nigga on some multimillion dollar shit (it's Dolph) Fur coat, half a million worth of ice on (it's Dolph) I'm lit up like a nigga cut the Christmas lights on Why the fuck do you be so fresh Dolph? Why you keep your foot on these niggas neck Dolph? 'Cause we at the top but we really from the bottom Tell them pussies fuck 'em and that's how I feel about them Heard your intro, your last two mixtapes (both of 'em) I hear you sleek dissin' but that shit lame All that make believe rappin' about cocaine Don't play with me, Ho Gotti, you a ho mane, ayy You went from my biggest fan, to my biggest hater Begging me to sign with you but I had too much paper Still that same nigga that used to front your big brother Found that he a bitch too, now I call him your big sister (bitch) You still that same nigga that was beefin' with a dyke (but you a gangsta tho?) How can I take you serious? Aight They said them pussy niggas on your team iron your draws They say you make them pussy ass niggas call you boss But they can't call you King (why?) Because that's Dolph (hey) I can't drink out that two liter, because that's raw The streets ours That new 488 came with a lot of power My lil' niggas banging and let them send some scattered showers (uh-huh) Don't-don't-don't-don't play with me, play with your bitch Matter fact, when I fucked her she told me you a bitch And tell that old nigga from my hood with you that he a bitch You make the city look bad, that's the truth (damn) Fuck nigga I be in North Memphis more than you I shot my first twenty videos in my hood (trap) You a pussy, I heard they never see you in your hood (hey, hey, hey) Nigga quit playin' (stop) Ten M's up, what the fuck? I'm just sayin' Oh, you must be mad 'cause they call Memphis Dolphland I'm at the Super Bowl, my money on the Falcons Ayy, you big head motherfucker, why you hatin' so much? Oh, I forgot you came up rappin', dissin' Three 6 Mafia Sleek dissin' and dodgin' me nigga, let's get it poppin' Old pussy ass nigga (yeah, yeah) Old pussy ass nigga Was talking 'bout me in your song prior to the side Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride Yeah, found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride When they hear this shit, they gon' play it five times Got a lot of foreign cars that I get too high to drive (uh-huh) Don't play with me, play with yo bitch Don't play with me, play with yo bitch So So I told myself a long time ago right I said "I ain't gon', I ain't gonna expose this pussy ass nigga man 'cause we from the same city" You know, and your whole pussy ass team knows, nigga I've been sparing your bitch ass for the past 5 years, nigga You know that shit man, come on man CM who? CMF The Cocaine Musik Faggots I know, you know The whole motherfuckin' city know You's a bitch Don't play with me man, play with your bitch Say what you want I'm the same lil' nigga bro That was helping your big pussy ass brother put food on his table When you wasn't fucking with him bro Put it like this, ayo You was ridin' in the city beefin' with a dyke, my nigga I don't know no gangsters that beef with motherfuckin' dykes, my nigga That motherfucker saw that, touchdown, reload it All that shit, whatever the fuck it was nigga Nigga, you was talkin' boutta dyke, nigga Nigga, you was beefin' with a dyke out there in North Memphis where you from, nigga Nigga, you a bitch nigga Ho Gotti, I'm dissapointed in you man Stay in your place homie, you know what's up with me Tell your fat ass big brother, man, I said he a bitch too Matter fact, your big sister Tell your fat ass big sister that I said he a bitch too You know what I mean Ayy, you's a bitch nigga The whole city know that, streets know that Stay out my way, fuck nigga Ayy, young nigga, self made, rich shit, fast cars, fast bitches Yeah
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Adolph Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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