Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Play, artist - Merky Ace. Album song Catch up, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Don't Play |
| Making hits with my hitters |
| I don’t do tunes with no bullshitters |
| I told dem boy dere stand and deliver |
| Only badboys when there’s 'gnac in their liver |
| When it comes to the war |
| I stand strong in the middle like a pillar |
| Dem boy wash off just like a pillow |
| You might’ve seen me with one before |
| But dem boy got chopped, they are not my nigga |
| Man wanna come round me and be inner |
| Wanna make jokes 'bout like a man’s figure |
| Turn man into dinner |
| Clapped in the side like Thriller |
| Dem man claim that they’re real |
| But my little brother’s more realer |
| Hold tight K |
| Twenty twenty’s for a killer |
| My dargs don’t play, you should know |
| Talking reck will make you get ghost, stay on your toes |
| I ain’t got no friends, everyone’s foe |
| If you ain’t bro, then you’ve gotta go |
| I don’t know them no more |
| They tried to beg friend but fuck them hoes |
| Where was they when I was broke? |
| They can all eat lead until they choke |
| Dead, my dargs don’t play |
| My, my dargs don’t play |
| You should know my dargs don’t play |
| My dargs don’t play |
| You should know my dargs don’t play |
| My dargs don’t play |
| You should know my dargs don’t play |
| Nah, dead |
| Yo, chat too blasted much |
| I’ll be the guy to get the bastard touch |
| I don’t do fuss |
| Bun a man’s skin, then dust, it’s a must |
| I’ll be on the outskirts just like crust |
| Call in my darg, and a likkle buck |
| Dry spells helping a man get up |
| In the trap house while we were selling that stuff |
| You will never get rushed, if you fuck around |
| You will get your head buss wide open |
| Buried in the mud or dashed in the ocean |
| Me and my dogs ain’t new to commotion |
| Tings in war? |
| Money back, guarantee Merky’s rolling |
| Probably be the one to smoke him |
| Like the weed I’m bunning, it’s potent |
| Do this for fun, I ain’t joking |
| My dargs don’t play, you should know |
| Talking reck will make you get ghost, stay on your toes |
| I ain’t got no friends, everyone’s foe |
| If you ain’t bro, then you’ve gotta go |
| I don’t know them no more |
| They tried to beg friend but fuck them hoes |
| Where was they when I was broke? |
| They can all eat lead until they choke |
| Dead, my dargs don’t play |
| My, my dargs don’t play |
| You should know my dargs don’t play |
| My dargs don’t play |
| You should know my dargs don’t play |
| My dargs don’t play |
| You should know my dargs don’t play |
| Nah, dead |
| Do it myself |
| I ain’t gonna send no one in |
| Cause too many man ride birds |
| Me, I wanna ride boats and things |
| They say they’re on me |
| They see me, then they do backflips |
| Cause us man are smoking leaf |
| You man are smoking cactus |
| Brotherhood |
| And no competition, no other could |
| Contest it, I confessed |
| I ghosted for a year, only for the best |
| 2014, had two brand new cases |
| No new friends, no familiar faces |
| Star, fuck your payslip |
| Not everybody’s gonna make it |