Correction Paroles Play Too Much par Cash Kidd

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Ayy, mmm-mmm
Ayy, mmm-mmm
Ayy, mmm-mmm
Ayy

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-a** n***a, what, you stayin' with the b*t*h?
Mmm, playin' with the sh*t, ayy
You can tell who really playin' with the sh*t, ayy
You broke as hell, you ain't playin' with the sh*t
Pillow talkin' on the players while you layin' with the b*t*h, mmm

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 a** and all them t**ties
'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-a** hoes with no vision
I got up off my a** and I made my own millions
Broke-a** n***a, I could tell you a dub
Rich-a** b*t*h, I wear Chanel in the tub
PWS, I'm a player with a snub
Drop a thirty in that b*t*h, it ain't no snare in that drum
Call out sh*t, you can tell when I c*m
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
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-a** n***a, what, you stayin' with the b*t*h?
Mmm, playin' with the sh*t, ayy
You can tell who really playin' with the sh*t, ayy
You broke as hell, you ain't playin' with the sh*t
Pillow talkin' on the players while you layin' with the b*t*h, mmm

I can tell n***as 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**k is my meat? Hell wrong with this b*t*h? (Ayy)
Shoppin' for new tools, got your ho on my list, ayy
Easter egg hunt, shells 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***a 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*t*h keep on hatin' 'cause my side ho look like Pocahontas
Ex-b*t*h had a shot, she let him f**k 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
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-a** n***a, what, you stayin' with the b*t*h?
Mmm, playin' with the sh*t, ayy
You can tell who really playin' with the sh*t, ayy
You broke as hell, you ain't playin' with the sh*t
Pillow talkin' on the players while you layin' with the b*t*h, mmm

Ayy, mmm-mmm
Ayy, mmm-mmm
Ayy
Pillow talkin' on the players while you layin' with the b*t*h, mmm

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