Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't Wanna Play, artist - Mims. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
They Don't Wanna Play |
| They talkin big baby |
| They they talkin big baby |
| They talkin big baby |
| They they talkin big baby |
| They don’t wanna play |
| They don’t wanna play |
| They don’t they don’t they don’t wanna play |
| They don’t wanna play they talkin big baby |
| They don’t wanna play |
| They don’t wanna play |
| They don’t wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way |
| Say u a killa killa |
| Say u bout that skrilla skrilla |
| Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat) |
| Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head |
| U gone make me kill this nigga |
| U claimin yo flow is sick? |
| Yea well mine is illa illa |
| Catch me in that dirty dirty |
| Feed up in that villa villa |
| So live I’m the 05 thrilla in manilla |
| Come thru with the triple village |
| Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin |
| Nigga I’m about my bread!!! |
| My flow is yo ceilin ceilin |
| Nigga pop off |
| Finna get popped my word is booooorn |
| Wanna shoot the head up Meet me in the ring lets go it’s ooooon |
| Ain’t affraid wut u niggas got to offa |
| Got killas in the mit that’ll off ya Yawl niggas ain’t on the same level |
| Pull up pull off in the vocsha |
| One day in my life it el cost ya Look away look back I lost ya I ain’t a killa main |
| But I will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter |
| You meet me by the creek by the crawler |
| I’m the on sippin weight cruch the balla |
| You niggas is hustlin backwards |
| (they talkin big baby) |
| I tried to told em not to act up But he didnt listen |
| Now his colla bone and rib cage |
| Out of position |
| I’ma big dude |
| Trapped in a lil nigga body nigga |
| I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party |
| He ain’t see shit all he seen is a shottie |
| Next he seen jesus |
| Pick up the putisis |
| I’m the shit mattafact in shiesest |
| Don’t make me show u wut a beast is Nigga get on ya grind stoop ya Slackin on ya day to day |
| U know wut time it is and I ain’t flava flave |
| But ima new york nigga spittin razor blades |
| Ill leave u hurt like u label paid |
| U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today |
| So get the fuck up out of trill niggas way |
| Man I will lean u like a kick stand |
| Rock u like a wristband |
| Cut chu then I switch hands |
| (they they talkin big baby) |
| Now all u pussy niggas |
| Fuck boys snitches and hoes |
| Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does |
| Represent for pop trunkers |
| Wit the trues and the voes |
| Chunkin deuces out the roof fuckin up the side shows |
| From the pros to begginners |
| L 7's to the winners |
| Southern course steakas |
| To the chicken dinnas |
| And grind all the binnas |
| And need to get it out |
| Find a tight trap |
| And then I said it out |
| Bet cha bout them dolla |
| On the best cause I’m back |
| I’m the true and certified who resieded pimpin back |
| Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh |
| Young jeezy the snow man |
| But I pack is the best |
| So wen u see the 8 and the A Put the hatin away |
| Joey is back and we been waitin to play |
| Trigga finga waitin to spray |
| Leavin ya punchured |
| And u ont wanna see any trill niggas at a conjuction |
| (they talkin big baby) |