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young dolph - play wit yo bitch (yo gotti diss) lyrics

[intro]
oouu that drink raw..
p-ss me a lighter man…
aye i’m in the booth right now right
and i look around and i finally realize…
that i done turned myself to a motherf-cking self made millionaire you digg
everybody love me except for one group of b-tch -ss n-gg-s…
aye don’t play with me, play with your b-tch
let’s go

[verse 1]
don’t play with me, play with your b-tch
young n-gg- on some multi million dollar sh-t
fur coat, half a million worth of ice on
i’m lit up like a n-gg- cut the christmas lights on
why the f-ck do you be so fresh dolph?
why you keep your foot on these n-gg-s neck dolph?
cause we at the top, but we really from the bottom
tell that p-ssy f-ck em and that’s how i feel about em
heard your intro your last two mixtapes
i hear you slick dissin’ but that sh-t lame
all that make believe rappin’ about cocaine
don’t play with me ho gotti you a hoe mane
you went from my biggest fan, to my biggest hater
begging me to sign with you, but i had too much paper
still that same n-gg- that used to front your big brother
found that he a b-tch too now i call him your big sister (b-tch)
you still that same n-gg- that was beefin’ with a dyk- (but you a gangsta tho?)
i cannot take you serious . aight
they said them p-ssy n-gg-s on your team iron your draws
they say you make them p-ssy -ss n-gg-s call you boss
but they can’t call you king (why?)
because that’s dolph
i can’t drink all that two liter, because that’s raw
the streets ours
that new 488 came with a lot of power
my lil n-gg-s begging me to let them send some scattered showers
don’t play with me, play with your b-tch
matter fact when i f-cked her she told me you a b-tch
and tell that old n-gg- from my hood with you that he a b-tch
you make the city look bad, that’s the truth
f-ck n-gg- i be in north memphis more than you
i shot my first twenty videos in my hood
you a p-ssy i heard they never see you in your hood
n-gg- quit playin’
ten m’s up, what the f-ck, i’m just sayin’
oh you must be mad cause they call memphis dolphland
i’m at the super bowl my money on the falcons
aye you big head motherf-cker
why you hatin’ so much?
oh i forgot you came up rappin’ dissin’ three 6 mafia
slick dissin’ and dodgin’ me n-gg- let’s get it poppin’
ole p-ssy -ss n-gg-
ole p-ssy -ss n-gg-
was talking ’bout me in your song ” pride to the side ”
found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride
found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride
when they hear this sh-t, they gon play it five times
got a lot of foreign cars, that i get too high to drive
don’t play with me, play with your b-tch
don’t play with me, play with your b-tch

[outro]
so, so i told myself a long time ago right
i said “i ain’t gonna expose this p-ssy -ss n-gg- man, cause we from the same city”
you know, and your whole p-ssy -ss team know n-gg-
i’ve been sparing your b-tch -ss for the past 5 years n-gg-
you know that sh-t man, come on man
cm who?
cmf
the cocaine musik f-ggots
i know, you know, the whole motherf-ckin’ city know
you’s a b-tch
don’t play with me man, play with your b-tch
this ain what you want
i’m the same lil n-gg- bro, that was helping your big p-ssy -ss brother put food on his table when you wasn’t f-cking with him bro
put it like this, aye yo?
you was ridin’ in the city beefin’ with a dyk- my n-gg-
i don’t know no gangsters that beef with motherf-ckin’ dyk-s, my n-gg-
that motherf-cking song that touched down , ” reload it ”
all that sh-t, whatever the f-ck it was n-gg-
n-gg- you was talkin’ boutta dyk- n-gg-
n-gg- you was beefin’ with a dyk- out there in north memphis were you from n-gg-
n-gg- you a b-tch n-gg-
ho gotti i’m disappointed in you man
stay in your place homie, you know what’s up with me
tell your fat -ss big brother man i said he a b-tch too
matter fact your big sister
tell your fat -ss big sister that i said he a b-tch too
know what i mean ?
aye you’s a b-tch n-gg-
the whole city know that, streets know that
stay out my way f-ck n-gg-
aye, young n-gg-, self made, rich sh-t, fast cars, fast b-tches, yeah…

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