X Mia - Ain´t 2 Be Played Wit lyrics

[Mia X (1)]
What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Huh nigga, huh nigga what, huh nigga what what what what
Huh nigga what, what huh nigga what

[Verse 1]
The crime started off, bloody
It is about pistol whippins & kickins
Mama dishin´ & blitzin´ (Mama Mia)
Cause you hoes gon´ listen
Taught to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you f*ck man, nah nah
I am known for loosen´ brains
Bitch you think that I am playin´
Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf
Gon´ say goodbye to your health
Got heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don´t fumble
Stackin´ tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles, rumble
It aint no thang bitch I am straight off the tank
Niggas 2nd in motion, I am a fool with that shank
No, I aint 2 be trusted
When I sneak I am straight bustin´ ya mouth
And ya nose & your eyes gon´ close, swole
My kid sister Sherry puttin´ big holes, in ya
Po-po´s trying to find the next nigga ya kin to
Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters
My lace tip split ya f*ckin´ decision maker
Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on
But make it known, official it is on

[Chorus]
I aint to be played wit´, so f*ck around & see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I am running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don´t fight it baby close your eyes
I aint to be played wit´, so f*ck around & see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I am running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don´t fight it baby close your eyes

[Verse 2]
When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U
Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty
Shoot now, f*ck the convo nigga aint no stoppin´
When it is on we poppin´, street sweeper straight knockin´
What, what cocaine & trains leavin´ niggas in gutters
Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherf*ckers
Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it is going to be
I am choppin´ down your whole family tree
Forget me not, it is too hot
Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty
Better act in a hurry or I ama load it with thirty
Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds & kilos
And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocks
Bag em´ after the chop, push em´ out the back door
Have the prepiest hoes runnin´ buku dough
Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone
Have got to love Jones, for whackin´ chrome upside niggas domes
If it is on then it is on aint no need to delay it
Bout it bout it motherf*ckers no I aint to be played wit´

[Chorus (x2)]

[Mia X 1] to fade

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