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chip tha ripper - we ain't playin lyrics

we ain’t playin
(feat. cyhi da prynce & malik yusef)

[chip:]
yeah, now follow me, follow me i’m comin up heavy in the game
smokin that master kush, we try to come on with new ways to get paid
i’m sipping that remy, i’m chilling, i’m killing in cleveland, all day
and too many n-gg-s i f-ck with f-ck with male bonding is gay
a n-gg-r be extra fly, i bet you never seen this before
me and my n-gg-rs done already hit it you try to wife the hoe
we’re making it hard for haters to breath
we’re living the life that they wish they could
we’re pulling their hoes with ease,
i’ve been bendin 100’s around my hood
strap on deck,
i had to say this saying slow,
so you know if n-gg-rs are tripping
i’m not in the crib, and i’m sending you b-tches down below,
yo, got a son now so am i playing, h-ll no!
n-gg-s is some hoes, i’m here to show you how i’m supposed to go!

[chorus:]
we ain’t playin, we ain’t playin’
we ain’t palyin’ n-gg-r, we ain’t playin!
we ain’t playin’, we ain’t playin’ we could do something
n-gg-, what you wanna do? n-gg-r? what? do soemthing!
n-gg-, what you wanna do? n-gg-r? what?
we ain’t playin, we ain’t playin’
we ain’t playin’ n-gg-r, we ain’t playin!
we ain’t playin’, we ain’t playin’ we could do something
n-gg-, what you wanna do? n-gg-? what? do soemthing!
n-gg-, what you wanna do? n-gg-? what?

[chip:]
i bet never seen a real cleveland n-gg- like this
i got the charlie’s angels hoes, bad b-tches h-ttin licks
got that kush up in this cigarello keep it cool
yeah, keep that overseas, hoes!
b-tches on the ghetto, got that louis on me like you didn’t know
i stay potted up tell them s-xy hoes that they gotta f-ck or they time is up
i ain’t never satisfied, no matter what, it’s not enough
but my momma [?], we had it rough
n-gg-rs hating at me, cause i have a little thing
these women don’t wanna f-ck me, they wanna f-ck my name!
f-ck it even exchange, as long s they give me brain
now their boyfriends mad, they’re going against the grain
2pac was right, n-gg-rs are some b-tches crying over b-tches
so ridiculous, now i gotta go, and get this 4 and hit this hoe
-ss n-gg-r in his dumpster, tryna threaten me
i’ll be a shooting star, before i ever become a celebrity!

[chorus]

[cyhi:]
n-gg- we don’t give 2 f-cks
get a n-gg- killed for 2 bucks and some new chucks
you talkin about who? you gonna do what?
strap on my ankle if the jeans im wearin bootcut
gettin in the chevy, i got it suped up
check the blue guts, swear that b-tch is too plush
met a new sl-t, with a cute b-tt
she said a man don’t like me, i said who does?
cause n-gg-s hate ya more than the ku klux
just keep my name out ya mouth im not a toothbrush
or you’ll get my left foot up ya -ss, sir lucious
and if yo tooth bust, leave my pistol smokin like snoop’s bus

- chip tha ripper lyrics

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