"Faking (Play With People Not Me)" lyrics

Saxkboy KD & That Mexican OT Lyrics

"Faking (Play With People Not Me)"

Bitch better play with her daddy
On baby
Don't play with my momma
Hoe lame and she just like her momma
I'll go cross her shit if she play on my brudda
I should've just put on a rubber
Fakin' pregnancy these bitches be killin' me
What you want?
For her not to get rid of me
Fakin' kids man you gotta be kidding me
You gon' lie to fit in you a wannabe

Bitch better play with her daddy
On baby
Don't play with my momma
Hoe lame and she just like her momma
I'll go cross her shit if she play on my brudda
I should've just put on a rubber
Fakin' pregnancy these bitches be killin' me
What you want?
For her not to get rid of me
Fakin' kids man you gotta be kidding me
You gon' lie to fit in you a wannabe

You can pretend but these cars I get in got a vin
When I hop out I'm fresh as a mint
That lil nigga be holdin' dem bands
I can fuck who I want on a scale 1 to 10
In the back of the benz with the bands
In my mental you know I'm a made nigga
I can fuck her and still get paid with her
Just sayin'
You niggas worthless
Y'all lame and I'm working
I went to dillards and spazzed 'cause I'm worth it
I told my bitch she a dub how she slurp it
She grabbing my balls and her tongue doin' circles
I love the sober, stop doin' the perkys
All in the booth, shit is natural I'm workin'
Naturally, I put this shit in a circle
Tragedy, touch me you dying for certain

Bitch better play with her daddy
On baby
Don't play with my momma
Hoe lame and she just like her momma
I'll go cross her shit if she play on my brudda
I should've just put on a rubber
Fakin' pregnancy these bitches be killin' me
What you want?
For her not to get rid of me
Fakin' kids man you gotta be kidding me
You gon' lie to fit in you a wannabe

Bitch better play with her daddy
On baby
Don't play with my momma
Hoe lame and she just like her momma
I'll go cross her shit if she play on my brudda
I should've just put on a rubber
Fakin' pregnancy these bitches be killin' me
What you want?
For her not to get rid of me
Fakin' kids man you gotta be kidding me
You gon' lie to fit in you a wannabe

Please me
Know I'm a king like jeezy
Eat me
Show me you want me and need me
Fiji
This wrist the water, no region
Fiending
But you don't give me no reason
Sleeping, that's your main problem, you sleeping
While others working and getting to it
Imma stay in the paint, Imma get into it
Imma push till I'm on, then keep on pushing
Niggas play
But I'm in the booth everyday
Tryna turn these crumbs to a cake
Early mornings, late
Presenting these rhymes in a way
That another pussy lame rapper can't
You a cornball if you hate
Getting these clowns out the way
Only a G can relate
Real niggas get this shit out the mud
A fuck nigga can't tell me I can't

Bitch better play with her daddy
On baby
Don't play with my momma
Hoe lame and she just like her momma
I'll go cross her shit if she play on my brudda
I should've just put on a rubber
Fakin' pregnancy these bitches be killin' me
What you want?
For her not to get rid of me
Fakin' kids man you gotta be kidding me
You gon' lie to fit in you a wannabe

Bitch better play with her daddy
On baby
Don't play with my momma
Hoe lame and she just like her momma
I'll go cross her shit if she play on my brudda
I should've just put on a rubber
Fakin' pregnancy these bitches be killin' me
What you want?
For her not to get rid of me
Fakin' kids man you gotta be kidding me
You gon' lie to fit in you a wannabe


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