Lyrics

They said I couldn't rap that well so I practiced Now I spit a 16 sharper than a cactus Now you gon' hear them okay's and dem adlibs (Okay 2) I just got a text from a bad chick Said she wanna get naked So she snap tit Said she like my music And my verses cold like Aspen (brrrrrr) Okay! I sill ride the MTA even though l'm paid I still ride my bike through the hood like err'day I still steal from corner stores for a bag of Lays Yeah I'm in the hood with the homies that gangbang And they ain't playing no games Games Games Games They ain't playing no games Games Games Games They ain't playing no games Games Games Games They ain't playing no games Games Games Games Ya'll though it was sweet when I moved upstate I was fighting Tommy's cause I fucked Brittany's Now I'm getting chicken Ain't no beef Chick-Fil-A! Now I gotta fly chick up in every state And they ain't playing no games Games Games Games They ain't playing no games Games Games Games I ain't playing no games Games Games Games I ain't playing no games Games Games Games Beep Beep Jeep Jeep Fucking on a treesh for the week week Give her that P make her weep weep Rain dance in the pussy no teepee Weak Knees Eee Eee Gimme that uh that feefee Gimme that water that Fiji Chef up the pussy like Nene
Writer(s): Vondell Lezama-thompson, Nyla Billups, Tre Vaughn Fullerton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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