Young Dolph - Play Wit Yo b**h lyrics

Pa** me a lighter man.. Aye I’m in the booth right now right And I look around and I finally realize… That I done turned myself to a motherf*cking self made millionaire you digg Everybody love me except for one group of b*tch a** n***as… Aye don’t play with me, play wit yo b**h. Let’s go. Don’t play with me, play with your b*tch Young n***a on some multi million dollar sh** Fur coat, half a million worth of ice on I’m lit up like a n***a cut the Christmas lights on Why the f*ck do you be so fresh Dolph? Why you keep your foot on these n***as neck Dolph? Cause we at the top, but we really from the bottom Tell them pussies f*ck em and that’s how I feel about them Heard your intro your last two mixtapes I hear you sleek dissin’ but that sh** lame All that make believe rappin’ about c**aine Don’t play with me Ho Gotti you a hoe mane You went from my biggest fan, to my biggest hater Begging me to sign with you, but I had too much paper Still that same n***a that used to front your big brother Found that he a b*tch too now I call him your big sister (b*tch) You still that same n***a that was beefin’ with a dyke (But you a gangsta tho?) How can I take you serious? Aight They said them pu*sy n***as on your team iron your draws They say you make them pu*sy a** n***as call you boss But they can’t call you King (why?) Because that’s Dolph I can’t drink out that two liter, because that’s raw The streets ours That new 488 came with a lot of power My lil n***as banging and let them send some scattered showers Don’t play with me, play with your b*tch Matter fact when I f*cked her she told me you a b*tch And tell that old n***a from my hood with you that he a b*tch You make the city look bad, that’s the truth f*ck n***a I be in North Memphis more than you I shot my first twenty videos in my hood You a pu*sy I heard they never see you in your hood n***a quit playin’ Ten M’s up, what the f*ck, I’m just sayin’ Oh you must be mad cause they call Memphis Dolphland I’m at the Super Bowl my money on the Falcons Aye you big head motherf*cker Why you hatin’ so much? Oh I forgot you came up rappin’ dissin’ Three 6 Mafia Sleek dissin’ and dodgin’ me n***a let’s get it poppin’ Old pu*sy a** n***a Old pu*sy a** n***a Was talking ’bout me in your song prior to the side Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride When they hear this sh**, they gon play it five times Got a lot of foreign cars, that I get too high to drive Don’t play with me, play wit yo b**h Don’t play with me, play wit yo b**h. So, so I told myself a long time ago right I said “I ain’t gonna expose this pu*sy a** n***a man, cause we from the same city” You know, and your whole pu*sy a** team knows n***a I’ve been sparing your b*tch a** for the past 5 years n***a You know that sh** man, come on man CM who? CMF The Cocaine Musik f*ggots I know, you know, the whole motherf*ckin’ city know You’s a b*tch Don’t play with me man, play with your b*tch Say what you want I’m the same lil n***a bro, that was helping your big pu*sy a** brother put food on his table when you wasn’t f*cking with him bro Put it like this, ayo You was ridin’ in the city beefin’ with a dyke my n***a I don’t know no gangsters that beef with motherf*ckin’ dykes, my n***a That motherf*cker saw that, touchdown, reload it All that sh**, whatever the f*ck it was n***a n***a you was talkin’ boutta dyke n***a n***a you was beefin’ with a dyke out there in North Memphis were you from n***a n***a you a b*tch n***a Ho Gotti I’m dissapointed in you man Stay in your place homie, you know what’s up with me Tell your fat a** big brother man I said he a b*tch too Matter fact your big sister Tell your fat a** big sister that I said he a b*tch too Naw mean Aye you’s a b*tch n***a The whole city know that, streets know that Stay out my way f*ck n***a Aye, young n***a, self made, rich sh**, fast cars, fast b*tches, yeahhh.