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Mia X - Ain't 2 be played wit



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   [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's about pistol whippins and kickins
  Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia)
  Cause you hoes gon' listen
  Taught to issue the pain
  And distribute some cocaine
  Can you fuck man, nah nah
  I'm known for loosen' brains
  Bitch you think that I'm 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 ain't no thang bitch I'm straight off the tank
  Niggas second in motion, I'm a fool with that shank
  No, I ain't 2 be trusted
  When I sneak I'm straight bustin' ya mouth
  And ya nose and 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 fuckin' decision maker
  Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on
  But make it known, official it's on
  
  [Chorus]
  I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get
  Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
  I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
  So don't fight it baby close your eyes
  I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get
  Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
  I'm 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, fuck the convo nigga ain't no stoppin'
  When it's on we poppin', street sweeper straight knockin'
  What, what cocaine and trains leavin' niggas in gutters
  Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckers
  Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it's gonna be
  I'm choppin' down your whole family tree
  Forget me not, it's too hot
  Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty
  Better act in a hurry or I'ma load it with thirty
  Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and 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
  Gotta love Jones, for whackin' chrome upside niggas domes
  If it's on then it's on ain't no need to delay it
  Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I ain't to be played wit'
  
  [Chorus (x2)]
  
  [Mia X 1] to fade
  




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