Chris Millz - Ask Ya, Tell Ya, Make Ya lyrics

[Chorus: Polzin] Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3) Don't play with me boy, I'll break ya Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3) Don't play with me boy, I'll break ya [Verse 1: Trofee] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, I don't even have a car So Imma ask you really nice, give me the keys and I won't break your arm I'll make ya, say you got a girl well Imma take her Get nasty in the back seat, think I'm playing Imma break her No faking, I'm all truth when I'm spitting it in the booth Ripping your b**h ego into two, like deuces, spliff hanging out the coupe Want proof b**h? I'll send you straight to D12, rest in peace homey I just gotta rep myself when these motherf**ers call me phony Blow me, yeah all these co*k s**ers mind as well be dead ‘Cause all their co*k s**ing, blockbuster girlfriends in my bed I'm not stopping, no octagons facing me with red And yes I asked you, told you, made you listen to the words I said [Verse 2: Chris Millz] Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3) Don't play with me boy, I'll break ya Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3) Don't play with me boy, I'll break ya Ask ya tell ya make ya, once before I shake ya Once before I break ya, I run it like the mayor Ask ya, tell ya, make ya, That's how I make a hater Respect me spot, my flow's sharper then a razor Ask 'em, tell 'em, make 'em, You tell 'em bunch of fake stuff Seeing through you windows like a curtain when it's raised up Play tough, say what, they raise, bangers Hammers hit you like a nail, you lucky if you wake up [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Slapz] Its Young Slapz (uh) yeah, the boy flyer than a lear jet Skigh high the clique but we ain't really there yet Naw, man we ain't made it the top But wen we do we ain't gone get like some balls and get dropped Get flopped get paused (get paused) or get stopped God fueled me with this crack im trying to open up shop n***as asking if i got bars, b**h plenty Im in the stu ripping while im sipping on some simply Lemonade, oh mane, im trying to get paid Come on the track sicker than some lung cancer mixed wit aids Ask me tell me make me what Hip-hop playing hard to get and im trying get cuffed fool [Verse 4: Don Juan] Not only am I the best n***a in the whole motherf**ing world I'm the best when it comes to sticking ya chicken's kitten pearl I got world rocker I call it the big dicker I call you the co*k blocker; She calls you to get liquor Hooving all ya reggies and you'll be lucky to just lick her I be blowing kush in that b**h face and then I go get face And leave her face covered in white sh** "Scarface" She s**ing the whole entourage "Vinny Chase" Ask her tell her make her I blow an O of jamaica You got an O in ya bank and you owe a teller to make up I tell that tell her ma' if you do ya make up, I might take you up on ya offer Until then I'm a** f**ing your daughter [Chorus] [Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9] Now lets talk about my pistol clip If the gun is playing music then the pistol clip's the instrument The soldier holdin' on to the fo-fo's composing The drummer's brrrr, 7 6 2's exploding I am not indirect, I am so motherf**in' blunt Pistol clip, pistol dick, b**h I'm saying, you like "Oh my God, get that gun out of my face" It's not in your face, it's in my hand