letra de dat ain't in ya - da mafia 6ix
[intro: dj paul]
yea! mafia 6ix! fiend! la chat!
yeah, you already know
check this out: we already know what you wish
you already know what you wish
and it ain’t real
i think y’all n-ggas like some, some comic characters
or some sh-t, for real
[hook: dj paul] 2x
quit playing k!lla n-gga
(that ain’t in ya, that ain’t in ya)
quit playin’ with ’em n-gga
(that ain’t in ya, that ain’t in ya)
quit actin’ like you trappin’ n-gga
(that ain’t in ya, that ain’t in ya)
keep playin’ with me, i’mma put some in ya!
[verse 1: dj paul]
[verse 2: la chat]
yeah, b-tch you ain’t no k!lla ho i know just what you be
see i know the real you and b-tch you know the real me
i be trippin’ while you flauge, got that hard with yo hoe -ss
b-tch go get a job (?) with yo broke -ss
out here gettin’ whooped by these weirdos, you dumb hoes
you ain’t about that life hoe you (?), you dumb hoe
you never shot a pistol, got that burner with a whistle
like that could save ya life (?) dismiss her
[hook: dj paul] 2x
quit playing k!lla n-gga
(that ain’t in ya, that ain’t in ya)
quit playin’ with ’em n-gga
(that ain’t in ya, that ain’t in ya)
quit actin’ like you trappin’ n-gga
(that ain’t in ya, that ain’t in ya)
keep playin’ with me, i’mma put some in ya!
[verse 3: koopsta knicca]
son’b-tch, it ain’t in ya, super cool koopsta knicca
cap peeler, wig splitter, p-ssy (?) rap sh-tter getter
stone cold, too bold, big guap, get money
keep hoes, snow b-lls, talk sh-t, one hunnid
all black everything: armpits, cocaine
black car, black house, black b-tch, black name
homeboy it ain’t in ya, no hard street n-gga
can’t fight, won’t k!ll, sissy–ss hoe n-gga!
you will never, in no ways, be like me
tycoon, typhoon, tight team, hurt them n-ggas
oh hear, oh dear, it is not here
super cool, cold beer, bulled eye, four fifth
[verse 4: fiend]
got triple beam, portable glock, time to get money
amphetamines, fourty of them glocks, you could say i’m done it
but yo pockets like rabbit ears and you never had a fifth
from the get go like (?), i’m russian like vladimir
makin’ heaven on this earth, (?)
no wars on our turf, swear to god y’all meet dirt
and they all make me scourge, you scared, (?) go to church
what i’m spendin’ on the second what i made from the first
dirty south is more than vibes in my verse
(?) b-tch (?) land up in that he-rs-
got my pimp partners pimpin’ them broads for what it’s worth
captain kirk, he after what’s in her purse mane
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