Jaye Dolla - Don't Play Wit Me

Don't play wit me
Or play wit my click
(Don't do that)
I heard Isaiah and da House
Was out here suckin' dick
(Pussy)
Dat nigga Shoey hit my inbox
You ain't tuff holmes
I guess I got these niggas mad
They don't want no smoke holmes
Why da fuck do you stay in da trap Jaye
(Why you do dat)
Why you say dat in the interview wit Lil Mo Jaye
(Why you do dat)
(Huh)
Because I speak my mind
And I'll hop out wit dat choppa (choppa)
Tell da House, fuck em'
And dats how I feel about em' (fuck em')
This an intro to my album
Fuck a mixtape (fuck a mixtape)
Yeah yall okay rappers
But you niggas lames
(You niggas weak)
You went to school wit me
So you know my name
(You know me)
Don't play wit me
I'll empty out da whole thang
(Raaa, raaa, raaa)
(Bitch)
Thought you was a fan
But you sound like you a hater (bitch)
I heard Tut signed wit Sony
But you still ain't got no paper (bitch)
I'm still dat same nigga who was posted in da sewer (sewer)
I get it out da mud
Ain't got time to beef on computers
Bitch stop playin' wit a grown man
Before you niggas get ya issue
I'll have your sister and your granny needing tissues
And I know a lot of niggas gonna take this shit as a diss
(It ain't)
Finna whip my dick out in the rap game
Watch me take a piss (a piss)
Now these niggas mad (why)
Cause I'm da shit
You was at da school shootin da ball
And I was movin' bricks
I'm smokin' sour
And dis Ruger on my hip came wit a lot of power
Don't you make the Taliban come send some scattered showers
(Uh Huh)
Don't play wit me
Play wit yo mitch
Matter fact when we was young
I knew you was a bitch
Got yo foot up in da industry
Now you suckin' dick
(I ain't know dat)

Written by:
JOVAN ANDRE SMITH, UNKNOWN WRITER

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