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dont play - travis wright lyrics

[intro]
all these hoes they dead to me
all these hoes look like beverly’s
next up, no questioning
flexed up, who’s questioning?

one, two, on my neck
one, two, i might flex, huh
hoes all on my set, huh
walk around with my chest

hoes i’m blowing on reefer, hoes i’m smoking on diesel
racks i flooded my people, tint all black can’t see through, yeah
sneak dissing like teachers, sneak dissing on features
f*ck you and your feature
f*ck you i don’t need you, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch i’m fired up (flrr)

[hook]
flip the script on you broke b*tches i need bags i need more figures
lots of love when they showed me none see me stepping now like i pull triggers
stress marks on my seams, yeah
want racks falling out my jeans, yeah
b*ttercup colored my seats, yeah
bubble b*tt need me a squeeze
b*tch i’m fired up, flrr, flrr, huh, fired up, flrr, flrr, huh
yeah, i’m too tired of all the people talking
and telling me all that they know
i’m tired of all the sneak dissing and the sh*t*talking on the low
like b*tch can you just the shut the f*ck up
i’m trynna hit the gas and go
i ain’t even talking ’bout b*tches
i’m really referring to you lil bro, flrr
[verse]
next up, you can’t catch up
dreams of rolling around in that benz truck
backtalk sh*t i’m flexed up
i’m just one of them one’s that be blessed, huh?
ain’t pull out the city with caution
like who in the f*ck is gon’ stop it?
i tell that lil’ girl i got options
like baby you ain’t all that talking
i took em’ for pity, you gotta get with me
lil’ baby this ain’t no joke
350 but one in my city, quit playing with t, lil’ hoe, flrr

[bridge]
i’m going up into sp*ce
climb to the top we don’t play
all mask on no trace
know that i’ll make it one day, yeah
know that i’ll make it one day, yeah
f*ck what they talking and say, yeah
f*ck what they talking and say, yeah
one day, one day, one day
okay, okay, okay
no way, no way, no way
don’t play, don’t play, don’t play
[hook]
flip the script on you broke b*tches i need bags i need more figures
lots of love when they showed me none see me stepping now like i pull triggers
stress marks on my seams, yeah
want racks falling out my jeans, yeah
b*ttercup colored my seats, yeah
bubble b*tt need me a squeeze, b*tch i’m fired up, flrr, flrr, huh, fired up, flrr, flrr, huh
yeah, i’m too tired of all the people talking and telling me all that they know
i’m tired of all the sneak dissing and the sh*t*talking on the low
like b*tch can you just the shut the f*ck up i’m trynna hit the gas and go
i ain’t even talking ’bout b*tches i’m really referring to you lil bro, flrr

next up, you can’t catch up
dreams of rolling around in that benz truck
backtalk sh*t im flexed up, im just one of them one’s that be blessed, huh?
ain’t pull out the city with caution
like who in the f*ck is gon’ stop it?
i tell that lil’ girl i got options
like baby you ain’t all that talking
i took em’ for pity, you gotta get with me
lil’ baby this ain’t no joke
350 but one in my city, quit playing with t, lil’ hoe, flrr

- travis wright lyrics

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