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letra de play wit yo bitch [remix] - scotty cain

(pretext)
yeah, i said i wasn’t gon’ do this sh-t but
f-ck it, i gotta, is issall (fex?), you know
gang, uh
don’t play with me, n-gga play wit’ yo’ b-tch (corleone gang?)
matter’ fact, don’t play wit’ yo’ b-tch n-gga don’t play at all
ahuh
girl you know, it’s gangsta’
but look, all these facts i’m ’bout to put out
it’s ‘gon make a n-gga mad
but look
aye
(bars)
don’t play wit’ me, play wit’ yo’ b-tch n-gga
i’m with the sh-t’s n-gga
surrounded by a bunch of b-tch n-ggas
whole lot a jumping d-ckin’ d-cks n-gga
you a b-tch n-gga
yeah
and you ain’t really with the sh-ts
catch you slapping your sh-t
make your b-tch eat my d-ck
yeah, i heard how (sharp?) man made your rap
then after, slapped the f-ck outcha’
all facts
you might get mad
but this gon’ bring the thug outcha’
ever catch a b-tch -ss anywhere i’mma beat the f-ck outchou’
n-gga took your phone
made you move around
what the f-ck you check out for
you be d-ck ridin’
you be d-ck ridin’
you be d-ck ridin’ n-ggas hard
same n-gga that you d-ck ridin’
same n-gga say you washing cars
i’m like
“d-mn n-gga made a song about me?
he must’ve got on them bars
or he must be on them ors
or he must drunk too much aw”
you a rat n-gga
you’ld eat paper work just because you’a scared
huh
you prolly ratted ’cause you ain’t wan’ end up dead
got my racks up
had to stack it up
but since you talkin’ ’bout bread
you need to invest in a plastic surgeon to fix your lips in your head
yea
all that cain sh-t dead
fo’ real
and i ain’t have to sign the deal
n-gga i’m runnin’ ’em up to a mill
and these (cain or rat had narcotics on my trap on trap?)
hd a b-tch
jacked ’em out his gun
then i sold that b-tch back
hah
(sunny?) cain
a real b-tch
that’s a fact
that n-gga went online
and got a broom stuck up his -ss yeah
and (dk?) wanna be a cain so bad
he’ll let a n-gga f-ck
he told us he wanted to be with (carlyon?)
and i’m like p-ssies can’t f-ck with us
it’s up wit’ us gang
that’s real facts you was washing cars
yo’ ugly -ss with the fat-ss crescent lips
look like you was smoking hard
you got a feature from dolph
and you still ain’t raw
if i would’ve got a feature from the dolph i’d be a star
if you caught that line
i’mma bust (the/your?) sh-t open like splittin’ a gar
the only way i’mma stop drilling yo -ss is
if you say “i’m sorry” cause you went too far
and i’mma stop making you spend all yo’ money
send my lil’ youngins’ to shoot up your car
nasty mouth -ss n-ggas done (last?)
diamonds look like a whole bunch of (fall?)
remember that .38 i let you use to go shoot up a house?
you rolled around d-cks and
found the street life and shot that b-tch off
g-y sh-t ain’t what you need to talk
cause that ain’t what you ’bout
f-cked a b-tch
looked in the phone
you was tryin’ cuff her
yo i put her out
shout out to (big brother phee?)
‘preciate the watch
shout out to (m?)
and i appreciate the glock
shout out to (dodie?)
i appreciate the chop
shout out to you
’cause i appreciate the thoughts
can’t shout out to (deez?) cain
’cause i don’t appreciate the cops
but i appreciate you introducin’ a n-gga
and i appreciate the guwop
now i got on
b-tch and i cannot be stopped
all of your (run?) ’cause they flop
it gon’ take long
for you to get up to the top
so i cannot see you on top
yeah
b-tch and i’m hot
ballin’ a lot of jewelry just to cool me down
ice on my wrist
ice on my neck
water make you drown
yeah
100 rounds in the ar if you gon’ see ’bout a n-gga
and when i do go with my move
ain’t sparin’ you cause you be ’round a n-gga
you started d-ck ridin’ these fake -ss goons
thinkin’ they still wid’ it
i ain’t even trippin’
i ain’t even tryna’ k!ll
go too far
i’mma come and getchu
(posttext)
ahuh, yeah n-gga
facts
don’t play wit me, play wit yo b-tch
and listen, yo’ b-tch i mean yo’ clique
cause they ain’t nothin’ but a bunch o b-tches
a bunch of d-ck pullin’ -ss n-ggas
you know you got rats in yo’ clique
you got f-cked up n-ggas in yo’ clique
then you d-ck ridin’ these false -ss goons like they could save you
you know they can’t save you n-gga
you know what it’s hittin’ on with me n-gga
double m the gang
f-ck a cain b-tches (carlyon?)
you know what it’s hittin’ on n-gga
yeah and i’mma drop this sh-t like that
yeah get mad all you want
k!ll me, come see me do somethin’ about it
b-tch i’m outchea you know what it’s hittin’ on
gang b-tch

- scotty cain

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