Kidd Klassic - Congratulations! You Played Yourself (feat. Derique Loud)
This about to be a bopI gotta kill all this soft shit that got y'all excited
Been puttin' out hits-
& honestly, I'm not even tryin'
Soap-opera-rappers, all these street niggas sound like they cryin'
They wildin'-
I much rather drink & smoke, sittin' in silence
Ok
Here's an update on Loudnation, we move like Italians
The biggest mob in the city, get our bread & fuck stallions
& we don't do telly's no more, we do resorts on islands
The money so long, we had to put our account on private
I love the influence we got on some of y'all, we noticed
Shout out to the Loud Pack, they some wolves in sheep clothin'
I carry a hunnid-round clip
Fire shots, & reload 'em
Can't fuck with the funny-style shit-
If they fake, we expose 'em
No
Can't get with the music-
These days, I feel no emotion
These niggas confused like a Sour Patch, ain't no controllin' 'em
First they sour, then sweet-
They deserve a show on Nickelodeon
& that chain that they copped on the corner-
Went green, now you're glowin'
Congratulations! (Woo)
You played yourself (Hold up)
Been havin' my way (Havin' my way)
Don't need no one else (Don't need no else)
Congratulations! (Woo)
You played yourself (Woah, woah)
Can't speak on the gang (Woah, woah)
If you're reachin' for help (Hold up, hold up)
Congratulations!
You, you- (Hold up)
Played yourself, played yourself (Hold up)
Nigga, congratulations!
Thought you was hot shit (Thought you was hot)
Nigga, you not shit (Nigga, you not)
Nigga
You done played your-
Look
I just came out of the game, Chris just passed me the alley (Woo)
Yeah
I cannot chill with these hoes, 'cause they keep on callin' me "daddy"
Yeah
Every girl think that she bad until she run into a baddie (Skee)
Aye
As soon as I say "Desiree"-
Then all the girls would get maddie (Woo)
Aye
I'm about to drop a bomb
Shit, right now, 'bout to get serious (Serious, nigga)
Yeah
Tell 'em niggas that they can't beat me, & that's on period
Yeah
I know that I got it-
I know that I got it, & you cannot stop me (You can't, nigga)
Yeah
Niggas love to talk shit-
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm poppin' (Woo)
Yeah
Niggas like to talk shit-
Yeah, that's everyday (Day)
Fuck around, they can never say it to my face (Nah)
Not a shooter, but I might just bring out that AK (What you said, nigga)
Fuck is goin' on?
Congratulations! (Woo)
You played yourself (Hold up)
Been havin' my way (Havin' my way)
Don't need no one else (Don't need no else)
Congratulations! (Woo)
You played yourself (Woah, woah)
Can't speak on the gang (Woah, woah)
If you're reachin' for help (Hold up, hold up)
Congratulations!
You, you- (Hold up)
Played yourself, played yourself (Hold up)
Nigga, congratulations!
Thought you was hot shit (Thought you was hot)
Nigga, you not shit (Nigga, you not)
Nigga
You done played your-
Written by:
Christopher Herriot, Derique Herriot
Publisher:
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