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saxkboy kd & that mexican ot - faking (play with people not me) lyrics

[chorus: saxkboy kd]
b+tch better play with her daddy, on baby, don’t play with my mama (don’t play with her)
ho lame and she just like her mama (nah, for real)
i’ll go cross her sh+t if she play on my brother (huh)
i should’ve just put on a rubber (for real)
fakin’ pregnancy, these b+tches be k!llin’ me (the f+ck?)
what you want, for her not to get rid of me? (what?)
fakin’ kids, man, you gotta be kidding me (yeah)
you gon’ lie to fit in, you a wannabe
her daddy, on baby, don’t play with my mama (don’t play)
ho lame and she just like her mama
i’ll go cross her sh+t if she play on my brother (fah)
i should’ve just put on a rubber
fakin’ pregnancy, these b+tches be k!llin’ me (for real)
what you want, for her not to get rid of me? (the f+ck?)
fakin’ kids, man, you gotta be kidding me (d+mn)
you gon’ lie to fit in, you a wannabe

[verse 1: saxkboy kd]
you can pretend (uh+huh), but these cars i get in got a vin (zoom)
when i hop out, i’m fresh as a mint (uh+huh)
that lil’ n+gga be holdin’ them bands (huh)
i can f+ck who i want, on a scale one to ten (on a ten)
in the back of the benz with the bands (skrrt)
in my mental, you know i’m a made n+gga (yeah)
i can f+ck her and still get paid with her, just sayin’ (on god)
you n+ggas worthless, y’all lame and i’m working (okay)
i went to dillard’s and spazzed ’cause i’m worth it (okay)
i told my b+tch she a dub, how she slurp it (okay)
she grabbing my b+lls and her tongue doin’ circles (yeah, circles)
i love the sober, stop doin’ the perkys (uh+huh)
all in the booth, sh+t is natural, i’m workin’
naturally, i put this sh+t in a circle (uh+huh)
tragedy, touch me, you dying for certain (that’s for certain)
[chorus: saxkboy kd]
b+tch better play with her daddy, on baby, don’t play with my mama (don’t play with her)
ho lame and she just like her mama (saxk sh+t, nah, for real)
i’ll go cross her sh+t if she play on my brother (huh)
i should’ve just put on a rubber (for real)
fakin’ pregnancy, these b+tches be k!llin’ me (the f+ck?)
what you want, for her not to get rid of me? (what?)
fakin’ kids, man, you gotta be kidding me (yeah)
you gon’ lie to fit in, you a wannabe
her daddy, on baby, don’t play with my mama (don’t play)
ho lame and she just like her mama
i’ll go cross her sh+t if she play on my brother (fah)
i should’ve just put on a rubber
fakin’ pregnancy, these b+tches be k!llin’ me (for real)
what you want, for her not to get rid of me? (the f+ck?)
fakin’ kids, man, you gotta be kidding me (d+mn)
you gon’ lie to fit in, you a wannabe

[verse 2: saxkboy kd]
please me, know i’m a king like jeezy (uh+huh)
eat me, show me you want me and need me (uh+huh)
fiji, this wrist the water, no region (baow)
fiending, but you don’t give me no reason (uh+huh)
sleeping, that’s your main problem, you sleeping (sleeping)
while others working and getting to it (uh)
i’ma stay in the paint, i’ma get into it (uh)
i’ma push ’til i’m on, then keep on pushing (yeah)
n+ggas play, but i’m in the booth everyday, tryna turn these crumbs to a cake (yeah)
early mornings, late presenting these rhymes in a way that another p+ssy+lame rapper can’t (they can’t)
you a cornball if you hate, getting these clowns out the way
only a g can relate (yeah, for real)
real n+ggas get this sh+t out the mud
a f+ck n+gga can’t tell me i can’t (let’s go)
[chorus: saxkboy kd]
b+tch better play with her daddy, on baby, don’t play with my mama (don’t play with her)
ho lame and she just like her mama (nah, for real)
i’ll go cross her sh+t if she play on my brother (huh)
i should’ve just put on a rubber (for real)
fakin’ pregnancy, these b+tches be k!llin’ me (the f+ck?)
what you want, for her not to get rid of me? (what?)
fakin’ kids, man, you gotta be kidding me (yeah)
you gon’ lie to fit in, you a wannabe
her daddy, on baby, don’t play with my mama (don’t play)
ho lame and she just like her mama
i’ll go cross her sh+t if she play on my brother (fah)
i should’ve just put on a rubber
fakin’ pregnancy, these b+tches be k!llin’ me (for real)
what you want, for her not to get rid of me? (the f+ck?)
fakin’ kids, man, you gotta be kidding me (d+mn)
you gon’ lie to fit in, you a wannabe

- saxkboy kd that mexican ot lyrics

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