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dem franchize boyz - don't play with me lyrics

[hook: repeat 2x]
b-tch don’t play with me (repeat 4x)
i ain’t noone to f-ck wit (repeat 4x)

[jizzal man]
b-tch don’t play with me don’t even wave to me
it’s a wrap ye ain’t got nuttin’ else to say to me
make a n-gga snap or see me straight flip b-tch
f-ckin’ with some g gon’ get that -ss k!lled b-tch
and if the cops come? f-ck if the cops come
cause i’mma do the sweep, h-ll yeah with my shotgun
blow a f-ckin’ fuse and be wonderin’ why he did that
tried to keep it cool yeah i’m comin’ to push your wigs back

[parlae]
i squeeze big triggers, that’ll rip when i blast techs
and i tote handguns with clips the size of giraffe necks
with the red beem on it (beem on it) so i can’t miss
and i shoot k’s (shoot k’s) with ben frank clips
what’s that? that’s 100 rounds…empty? that’s 100 down
f-ck with dfb and you gon hear how 100 sound
i pump and break it down, when i c-ck it and spit slug
put your knees on your ankles, and your chest where your hip was

[hook]

[crunchy black]
gimme that gun, gimme that man, gimme that keys, i’m at his -ss
talk that sh-t, now see is he bad, i’mma make him do the mothaf-ckin’ dance
catch up with him, just like chad, put one in his mothaf-ckin’ -ss
leave ’em all bl–dy, like a big pad. crunchy blac – i don’t -ss crash

[juicy j]
i’m bout to walk up to your house knock on the door and blow your brains out
then buck you in your chest so f-ckin hard it knock the stains out
i’m one of them crazy cats that kick your -ss and knock them thangs out
i got a 12 inch d-ck in your girl mouth i’mma let it hang out

[dj paul]
yeah, bounce bounce star, bounce bounce star
three 6 mafia and the franchise huuhh?
we put a b-tch on blast
dirty south we’ll blast your -ss

[hook]

[buddie]
every n-gga that f-ck with me (test me), that’s the n-gga i’mma check
turn his whole chest into a muh f-ckin’ fish net
i ain’t noone to f-ck with, stuff you in the truck n-gga
have you tracked out, trapped up, bent up n-gga
i got transporters that’s workin’ for a couple figures
and a couple sl!ck colors, on a n-gga play the trigger
shoot a n-gga down yup, that’s courtesy the young dealer
n-ggas with att-tude natural born young k!llers

[pimpin]
now b-tch don’t play wit me cause i got the k with me
load it up, c-ck it back, get all in they face with it
i ain’t noone to f-ck wit, better get your issue right
nut in them b-tches and he ready to light that dynamite
zmp n-ggas hate it so i stay strapped
run up on a n-gga and put a whole in his wavecap
it’s pimpin n-gga, steady trippin’ on my off day
blowin’ purp all day run more blocks than in your ice tray

[hook]

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