Mystikal

Mystikal - I Ain'T Playin songtekst

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I aint playin!

(Huh)

Yall see me enter this motherfucker SHUT THE FUCK UP

I aint playin

(He aint playin)

(Tell him nigga)

Talk shit behind my back

(But when they see me, they don't wanna see me)

I aint playin

(I aint playin wit you bitches)

I aint playin wit you bitches



BACK yo ass (woooh) FUCK UP

Gimme some fucking room to put my gold plaque up

I fucked all dat up ROLIN I break these fuckin bitches back open

And watch me turn my dreams realistic

Dat kinda would make you wear black armour or may handset yo picnic

I'm drinkin but I'm still thirsty

Madder than a motherfucker dats why I'm cursing

Said I'm up here but when I'm live and in person

Whippin yo ass from over to the clothes to the curtain

To each and every other rapper I'm a burden

I keep'em hearin me cause I'm smooth like (?)

YALL niggaz washed up like the turd

SO! Goin straight for your motherfuckin throat

The rhymes that I wrote

Playin is goin to get you fucked up

Bout to let you bitches know





I aint playin wit u

(I aint playin wit you bitches)

I aint playin wit you bitches

(He aint playin he aint playin)

I aint playin wit yo bitch ass

I aint playin

I aint playin with you bitches

I aint playin

(I aint playin wit yo bitch ass)

(Huh) (I aint playin)

(Whatchu told me?)



I thought I fucking told you

Bitch don't you ever

Think because I'm handsome I'm mild mannered

That you can damn me think my style aint standard

Fucking wit the man gone get you man handled

Mixing my boot camp name up in scandals and slenderness

Dats the reason niggas got tossed off the stage in Atlanta

Niggas be actin like they hard to understand

It's bout time for niggas to represent New Orleans, Louisiana

And them steel toe boots gone stomp yo ass 

One hundred some odd niggaz ready to jump yo ass

STOMP yo ass way past the grass

motherfuckers run up but they don't last

I make a lot of cash and you others bought a (?)

Rabbit eyes couldn't see me threw a magnifying glass

I was born in jazz and I shine like brass... (But what?) (what?)

But I aint playin wit yo bitch ass







Like class card I aint s-s-studdin it

Dat don't mean I'm bout to take yo shit though motherfucker (hell no)

I can see it in yo face you can see me comin

You insecure and jealous

Actin bad with yo woman

Already don't got yo money

Can't take shit from me try yo best to put your meanest face on from me

But I don't need you bitches cause you bad company

The only way you don't get stomped stay the fuck runnin from me

This motherfuckers coming up lovely

These niggaz cannot run me on nuttin (aint dat something I'm)

Tight as a button the album cussin the

Whooole fucking up dat nigga and use words like a deadly weapon

Grab these motherfuckers by they thumb (Owww)

Ball yo stupid ass up and make yo ass look (dumb)

Do pass where I'm standin knaw wha' I'm sayin?

When I fuck that (?) you betta tell'em

I aint playin!





I aint playin wit u

I aint playin

(He aint heard me)

I aint playin

Fuck! I'm tired of this shit

Rappin motherfuckers

All them niggaz tryin to use my name to sell there tape

I aint playin

I aint playin wit you bitches

It aint that I don't want to motherfuckers

But I aint got time to

Bitch I aint playin

I aint playin..
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