Текст песни Mia X - Ain`t 2 Be Played Wit
Mia X - Ain`t 2 Be Played Wit слова песни
[Mia X (1)]What, what, what, what, what, what, whatHuh nigga, huh nigga what, huh nigga what what what whatHuh nigga what, what huh nigga what[Verse 1]The crime started off, bloodyIt`s about pistol whippins and kickinsMama dishin` and blitzin` (Mama Mia)Cause you hoes gon` listenTaught to issue the painAnd distribute some cocaineCan you fuck man, nah nahI`m known for loosen` brainsBitch you think that I`m playin`Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelfGon` say goodbye to your healthGot heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don`t fumbleStackin` tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles, rumbleIt ain`t no thang bitch I`m straight off the tankNiggas second in motion, I`m a fool with that shankNo, I ain`t 2 be trustedWhen I sneak I`m straight bustin` ya mouthAnd ya nose and your eyes gon` close, swoleMy kid sister Sherry puttin` big holes, in yaPo-po`s trying to find the next nigga ya kin toRed dot center, bullets enter ya playa hatersMy lace tip split ya fuckin` decision makerThink you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go onBut make it known, official it`s on[Chorus]I ain`t to be played wit`, so fuck around and see what ya getToasting fingers to clips, playa haters get splitI`m running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tiredSo don`t fight it baby close your eyesI ain`t to be played wit`, so fuck around and see what ya getToasting fingers to clips, playa haters get splitI`m running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tiredSo don`t fight it baby close your eyes[Verse 2]When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-UNiggas out that booty or mister Corey JalootyShoot 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 guttersBringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckersPlus if ya touch one of mine this is how it`s gonna beI`m choppin` down your whole family treeForget me not, it`s too hotUp in that south, bitch you know how dirtyBetter act in a hurry or I`ma load it with thirtyDirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and kilosAnd watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocksBag em` after the chop, push em` out the back doorHave the prepiest hoes runnin` buku doughYet the game is cold, raw dog to the boneGotta love Jones, for whackin` chrome upside niggas domesIf it`s on then it`s on ain`t no need to delay itBout it bout it motherfuckers no I ain`t to be played wit`[Chorus (x2)][Mia X 1] to fade