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x mia - ain't 2 be played wit lyrics

[mia x (1)]
what, what, what, what, what, what, what
huh n-gg-, huh n-gg- what, huh n-gg- what what what what
huh n-gg- what, what huh n-gg- what

[verse 1]
the crime started off, bl–dy
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 f-ck man, nah nah
i’m known for loosen’ brains
b-tch 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 b-tch moving bundles, rumble
it ain’t no thang b-tch i’m straight off the tank
n-gg-s 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 n-gg- ya kin to
red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters
my lace tip split ya f-ckin’ 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 f-ck around and see what ya get
toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
i’m running, humping your sh-t now rock-a-bye you look tired
so don’t fight it baby close your eyes
i ain’t to be played wit’, so f-ck around and see what ya get
toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
i’m running, humping your sh-t 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
n-gg-s out that booty or mister corey jalooty
shoot now, f-ck the convo n-gg- ain’t no stoppin’
when it’s on we poppin’, street sweeper straight knockin’
what, what cocaine and trains leavin’ n-gg-s in gutters
bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherf-ckers
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, b-tch you know how dirty
better act in a hurry or i’ma load it with thirty
dirty, serve me n-gg- 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 n-gg-s domes
if it’s on then it’s on ain’t no need to delay it
bout it bout it motherf-ckers no i ain’t to be played wit’

[chorus (x2)]

[mia x 1] to fade

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