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Don't Do No Playing

Don't Do No Playing

(album: Keed Talk To 'Em - 2018)

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven
Yeah
Hood Baby, let's go

Riding through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)
Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim
Bust another play, nigga eating good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
(Keed, talk to 'em)

Uh, uh, uh, my skinny jeans got the mumps (Woo)
Pulling up Draco, chopper like a stump (Draco)
Yeah we pulling up draco, put 'em in the trunk
Call Stick Baby up, he shooting shit just for fun (Let's go)
Bitch tryna roll my weed, ho go'n on
What the fuck you in the trap for, you don't whip that bowl? (Fuck you doin'?)
Pulling up Aventador, suicide doors
She seen I was a big dog, I got her out her clothes
And we ain't shoot no one (Uh-uh)
All I see is blue cheese wrapped up in my palms (Racks)
Got a forty, not a pump
Smoking backwood full of skunk
Got the stick in front, not the trunk (Let's go)

Riding through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)
Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim
Bust another play, nigga eating good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
(Keed, talk to 'em)

Nah, I don't do no playing with 'em
Catch us a hot box and we do the numbers
I had that ho suck me, yeah she said it was an honor (Slurp)
I might didn't graduate, but I still count them commas (Keed, talk to 'em)
Pocket looking extra cheesy, ain't talking lasagna (Racks)
Diamonds on my siblings, diamonds on my mama (Woo)
I'm drip or drown, good morning
Glock in my tight, lil' nigga, it'll be a bloody summer
Me and XX slime his grandmama out, yeah, for the commas (Chapo)
Back then I was getting some racks in, yeah, yeah
Don't play with me, it be a tragic (Play with me)
Big gats, yeah, and black Caddy's
Disappear, pussy nigga, I ain't talking magic

Riding through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)
Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim
Bust another play, nigga eating good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playing

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