Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Do No Playing, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Keed Talk To 'Em, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
Don't Do No Playing |
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt |
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt |
Ayy, where you get that beat from? |
Mooktoven |
Yeah |
Hood Baby, let’s go |
Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo) |
Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go) |
Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim |
Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em) |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
(Keed, talk to 'em) |
Uh, uh, uh, my skinny jeans got the mumps (Woo) |
Pullin' up Draco, chopper like a stump (Draco) |
Yeah we pullin' up draco, put 'em in the trunk |
Call Stick Baby up, he shootin' shit just for fun (Let's go) |
Bitch tryna roll my weed, ho go’n on |
What the fuck you in the trap for, you don’t whip that bowl? |
(Fuck you doin'?) |
Pullin' up Aventador, suicide doors |
She seen I was a big dog, I got her out her clothes |
And we ain’t shoot no one (Uh-uh) |
All I see is blue cheese wrapped up in my palms (Racks) |
Got a forty, not a pump |
Smokin' backwood full of skunk |
Got the stick in front, not the trunk (Let's go) |
Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo) |
Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go) |
Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim |
Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em) |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
(Keed, talk to 'em) |
Nah, I don’t do no playin' with 'em |
Catch us a hot box and we do the numbers |
I had that ho suck me, yeah she said it was an honor (Slurp) |
I might didn’t graduate, but I still count them commas (Keed, talk to 'em) |
Pocket lookin' extra cheesy, ain’t talkin' lasagna (Racks) |
Diamonds on my siblings, diamonds on my mama (Woo) |
I’m drip or drown, good morning |
Glock in my tight, lil' nigga, it’ll be a bloody summer |
Me and XX slime his grandmama out, yeah, for the commas (Chapo) |
Back then I was gettin' some racks in, yeah, yeah |
Don’t play with me, it be a tragic (Play with me) |
Big gats, yeah, and black Caddy’s |
Disappear, pussy nigga, I ain’t talkin' magic |
Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo) |
Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go) |
Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim |
Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em) |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |
No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin' |