Zaytoven - Play Wit Yo b**h lyrics

[Intro] Oouu that drink raw.. Pa** 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**ing self made millionaire you digg Everybody love me except for one group of b**h a** n***as... Aye don't play with me, play with your b**h Let's go [Verse 1] Don't play with me, play with your b**h Young n***a on some multi million dollar sh** Fur coat, half a million worth of ice on I'm lit up like a n***a cut the Christmas lights on Why the f** do you be so fresh Dolph? Why you keep your foot on these n***as neck Dolph? Cause we at the top, but we really from the bottom Tell that p**y f** em and that's how I feel about em Heard your intro your last two mixtapes I hear you slick dissin' but that sh** lame All that make believe rappin' about c**aine 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***a that used to front your big brother Found that he a b**h too now I call him your big sister (b**h) You still that same n***a that was beefin' with a dyke (But you a gangsta tho?) I cannot take you serious, aight They said them p**y n***as on your team iron your draws They say you make them p**y a** n***as 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***as begging me to let them send some scattered showers Don't play with me, play with your b**h Matter fact when I f**ed her she told me you a b**h And tell that old n***a from my hood with you that he a b**h You make the city look bad, that's the truth f** n***a I be in North Memphis more than you I shot my first twenty videos in my hood You a p**y I heard they never see you in your hood n***a quit playin' Ten M's up, what the f**, 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**er Why you hatin' so much? Oh I forgot you came up rappin' dissin' Three 6 Mafia Slick dissin' and dodgin' me n***a let's get it poppin' Ole p**y a** n***a Ole p**y a** n***a 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**, 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**h Don't play with me, play with your b**h [Outro] So, so I told myself a long time ago right I said "I ain't gonna expose this p**y a** n***a man, cause we from the same city" You know, and your whole p**y a** team know n***a I've been sparing your b**h a** for the past 5 years n***a You know that sh** man, come on man CM who? CMF The Cocaine Musik f*ggots I know, you know, the whole motherf**in' city know You's a b**h Don't play with me man, play with your b**h This ain what you want I'm the same lil n***a bro, that was helping your big p**y a** brother put food on his table when you wasn't f**ing with him bro Put it like this, Aye Yo? You was ridin' in the city beefin' with a dyke my n***a I don't know no gangsters that beef with motherf**in' dykes, my n***a That motherf**ing song that touched down , " Reload It " All that sh**, whatever the f** it was n***a n***a you was talkin' boutta dyke n***a n***a you was beefin' with a dyke out there in North Memphis were you from n***a n***a you a b**h n***a Ho Gotti I'm disappointed in you man Stay in your place homie, you know what's up with me Tell your fat a** big brother man I said he a b**h too Matter fact your big sister Tell your fat a** big sister that I said he a b**h too Know what i mean ? Aye you's a b**h n***a The whole city know that, streets know that Stay out my way f** n***a Aye, young n***a, self made, rich sh**, fast cars, fast b**hes, yeah...