don't play - mach five lyrics
[intro]
what you wanna do, what you wanna do?
what you wanna, what you wanna do?
why you all up in my face?
im on some rapper weed, im smoking rapper weed
[hook]
what you wanna do, why you all up in my face?
if you ain’t talking bout no money
get the f-ck about my way
we be grinding all day, memphis, tenn to the a’
dont play with real n-ggas, real n-ggas dont play
what you wanna do, why you all up in my face?
if you ain’t talking bout no money
get the f-ck about my way
we be grinding all day, memphis, tenn to the a’
dont play with real n-ggas, real n-ggas dont play
[gangsta boo]
you ain’t talking bout no money, what you talking bout?
cause i can’t comprehend sh-t coming out your mouth
you b-tches playing checkers while im playing chess
and everytime i walk through the door b-tch i bet im fresh
what you wanna bet? hahaha…
you motherf-ckers know that laugh
you know what i’m rolling, smoking on gas
you know i would leave your -ss in the past. (vroom)
i’m bout that fast life, that cash life, that gansta sh-t
hey come take a trip on my road to the riches to see what it is
dope girls come and take a ride with me, yeah ho
dope boys come and make a mill with me, yeah ho
i’m in the atl, got mach five with me
we smoking on that sticky icky
running through the city
[hook]
what you wanna do, why you all up in my face?
if you ain’t talking bout no money
get the f-ck about my way
we be grinding all day, memphis, tenn to the a’
dont play with real n-ggas, real n-ggas dont play
what you wanna do, why you all up in my face?
if you ain’t talking bout no money
get the f-ck about my way
we be grinding all day, memphis, tenn to the a’
dont play with real n-ggas, real n-ggas dont play
[a.ware]
stacked up, b-tches in my condo
you ain’t talking bout sh-t, get the f-ck about my convo
bravo, que p-sso, for my n-ggas inside of that locked joint
i been standing the rain so long, i dont give a f-ck about a poncho
bring that thunderstorm in and your money making dormant
i be on that paper chasing, b-tch look at my fortress
slanging on the porsches, thumbing through the nearest check
my b-tch is so gorgeous, she don’t show you no respect
you a f-ck n-gga, thats the bottom line
in this thug sh-t, its just an alibi
while they try to ratatat with a n-gga, matter fact
take these couple stacks and go and double that
[hook]
what you wanna do, why you all up in my face?
if you ain’t talking bout no money
get the f-ck about my way
we be grinding all day, memphis, tenn to the a’
dont play with real n-ggas, real n-ggas dont play
what you wanna do, why you all up in my face?
if you ain’t talking bout no money
get the f-ck about my way
we be grinding all day, memphis, tenn to the a’
dont play with real n-ggas, real n-ggas dont play
[corey davis]
everytime i walk around the city n-ggas know it’s me
with my bottom b-tch, i got hard d-ck for her ovaries
i could never love a ho, even if she f-cks for free
calculator, counting dough. twist it, light it, puffing tree
uncle keny was a pimp, mama was a dope girl
granny said i could get anything, “it’s your world.”
daddy was on crack rock, uncle june was off in jail
so i grew up on my own, climbed up out that wishing well
and now im living well, see my enemies in h-ll
waiter let me get some quail. escargot, im eating snail
turn the party up, your p-ssy, i just took it
that ho kept on looking, all my n-ggas jookin. (yeah ho.)
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