| Making hits with my hitters
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| I don’t do tunes with no bullshitters
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| I told dem boy dere stand and deliver
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| Only badboys when there’s 'gnac in their liver
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| When it comes to the war
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| I stand strong in the middle like a pillar
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| Dem boy wash off just like a pillow
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| You might’ve seen me with one before
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| But dem boy got chopped, they are not my nigga
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| Man wanna come round me and be inner
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| Wanna make jokes 'bout like a man’s figure
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| Turn man into dinner
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| Clapped in the side like Thriller
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| Dem man claim that they’re real
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| But my little brother’s more realer
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| Hold tight K
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| Twenty twenty’s for a killer
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| My dargs don’t play, you should know
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| Talking reck will make you get ghost, stay on your toes
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| I ain’t got no friends, everyone’s foe
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| If you ain’t bro, then you’ve gotta go
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| I don’t know them no more
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| They tried to beg friend but fuck them hoes
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| Where was they when I was broke?
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| They can all eat lead until they choke
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| Dead, my dargs don’t play
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| My, my dargs don’t play
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| You should know my dargs don’t play
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| My dargs don’t play
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| You should know my dargs don’t play
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| My dargs don’t play
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| You should know my dargs don’t play
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| Nah, dead
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| Yo, chat too blasted much
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| I’ll be the guy to get the bastard touch
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| I don’t do fuss
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| Bun a man’s skin, then dust, it’s a must
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| I’ll be on the outskirts just like crust
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| Call in my darg, and a likkle buck
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| Dry spells helping a man get up
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| In the trap house while we were selling that stuff
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| You will never get rushed, if you fuck around
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| You will get your head buss wide open
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| Buried in the mud or dashed in the ocean
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| Me and my dogs ain’t new to commotion
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| Tings in war?
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| Money back, guarantee Merky’s rolling
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| Probably be the one to smoke him
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| Like the weed I’m bunning, it’s potent
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| Do this for fun, I ain’t joking
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| My dargs don’t play, you should know
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| Talking reck will make you get ghost, stay on your toes
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| I ain’t got no friends, everyone’s foe
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| If you ain’t bro, then you’ve gotta go
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| I don’t know them no more
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| They tried to beg friend but fuck them hoes
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| Where was they when I was broke?
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| They can all eat lead until they choke
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| Dead, my dargs don’t play
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| My, my dargs don’t play
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| You should know my dargs don’t play
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| My dargs don’t play
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| You should know my dargs don’t play
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| My dargs don’t play
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| You should know my dargs don’t play
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| Nah, dead
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| Do it myself
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| I ain’t gonna send no one in
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| Cause too many man ride birds
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| Me, I wanna ride boats and things
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| They say they’re on me
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| They see me, then they do backflips
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| Cause us man are smoking leaf
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| You man are smoking cactus
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| Brotherhood
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| And no competition, no other could
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| Contest it, I confessed
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| I ghosted for a year, only for the best
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| 2014, had two brand new cases
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| No new friends, no familiar faces
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| Star, fuck your payslip
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| Not everybody’s gonna make it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Play , by - Merky Ace. Song from the album Catch up, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп