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play too much - kamaiyah & cash kidd lyrics

[intro: kamiyah]
ayy, mmm*mmm
ayy, mmm*mmm
ayy, mmm*mmm
ayy

[chorus: kamiyah]
mmm, playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
blew a check, still playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
got it back, still playin’ with the sh*t
old homeless*ass n*gga, what, you stayin’ with the b*tch?
mmm, playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
you can tell who really playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
you broke as h*ll, you ain’t playin’ with the sh*t
pillow talkin’ on the players while you layin’ with the b*tch, mmm
[verse 1: kamiyah]
i heard my name in rooms that i ain’t been in, mmm
they runnin’ off with sh*t that i invented, mmm
you gotta show that ass and all them titties
’cause you cannot rap, that’s all facts, you all gimmicks, mmm
i’m a big dog in my division, mmm
i’m a big boss and y’all pigeons, mmm
bird*ass hoes with no vision
i got up off my ass and i made my own millions
broke*ass n*gga, i could tell you a dub
rich*ass b*tch, i wear chanel in the tub
pws, i’m a player with a snub
drop a thirty in that b*tch, it ain’t no snare in that drum
call out sh*t, you can tell when i cum
get the head, thеn i dip, keep it player when i’m done, ayy
i’m with thе sh*ts, ayy, want all of it
i’m a superstar, but i hang with players and the thugs

[chorus: kamiyah]
mmm, playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
blew a check, still playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
got it back, still playin’ with the sh*t
old homeless*ass n*gga, what, you stayin’ with the b*tch?
mmm, playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
you can tell who really playin’ with the sh*t, ayy
you broke as h*ll, you ain’t playin’ with the sh*t
pillow talkin’ on the players while you layin’ with the b*tch, mmm
[verse 2: cash kidd]
i can tell n*ggas sick, huh (mmm)
feel like i’m homeless, i be layin’ with them sticks, sh*t (for real)
ayy, spent your whole advance on my wrist (ayy)
woke up early in the morning to some eggs, toast, and grits (ayy)
where the f*ck is my meat? h*ll wrong with this b*tch? (ayy)
shoppin’ for new tools, got your ho on my list, ayy
easter egg hunt, sh*lls post by his fence, ayy
pull out, knock his power out, the pole got a switch, hold up
no more responding, i’ma catch him, n*gga know we slide
when them bald*heads hit him, he ain’t jody mama
yeah, i dropped a song called “who shot ya?” but he know who got him
the way we got dog gone, feel like coney island
main b*tch keep on hatin’ ’cause my side ho look like pocahontas
ex*b*tch had a shot, she let him f*ck it up, that’s photobombing
knocked her for two*hundred*fifty thousand, went and bought some houses
guess he fresh to death, he hit the mall, we caught him walkin’ out it

- kamaiyah cash kidd lyrics

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