Ain`t 2 Be Played Wit Lyrics

Ain`t 2 Be Played Wit lyrics

[Mia X (1)]
What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Huh nigga, huh nigga
what, huh nigga what what what what
Huh nigga what, what huh nigga
what

[Verse 1]
The crime started off, bloody
It's about pistol
whippins and kickins
Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia)
Cause you hoes
gon' listen
Taught to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can
you fuck man, nah nah
I'm known for loosen' brains
Bitch you think that
I'm playin'
Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf
Gon' say
goodbye to your health
Got heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don't
fumble
Stackin' tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles,
rumble
It ain't no thang bitch I'm straight off the tank
Niggas second in
motion, I'm a fool with that shank
No, I ain't 2 be trusted
When I sneak
I'm straight bustin' ya mouth
And ya nose and your eyes gon' close,
swole
My kid sister Sherry puttin' big holes, in ya
Po-po's trying to
find the next nigga ya kin to
Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa
haters
My lace tip split ya fuckin' decision maker
Think you can take the
biggest mama, bring the drama, go on
But make it known, official it's
on

[Chorus]
I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya
get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I'm running, humping
your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don't fight it baby close your
eyes
I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya
get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I'm running,
humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don't fight it baby close
your eyes

[Verse 2]
When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride
T-R-U
Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty
Shoot now, fuck the
convo nigga ain't no stoppin'
When it's on we poppin', street sweeper
straight knockin'
What, what cocaine and trains leavin' niggas in
gutters
Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckers
Plus if ya
touch one of mine this is how it's gonna be
I'm choppin' down your whole
family tree
Forget me not, it's too hot
Up in that south, bitch you know
how dirty
Better act in a hurry or I'ma load it with thirty
Dirty, serve
me nigga by the pounds and kilos
And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the
fattest rocks
Bag em' after the chop, push em' out the back door
Have the
prepiest hoes runnin' buku dough
Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the
bone
Gotta love Jones, for whackin' chrome upside niggas domes
If it's on
then it's on ain't no need to delay it
Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I
ain't to be played wit'

[Chorus (x2)]

[Mia X 1] to fade