You ain't no playa on that internet shit , and I'll f*ck on yo bitch, and she slip on my kids
Talk all that mess like you countin them clips
While she bent on my dick and the tip only in
Huh goddamn f*ckin witta opp and that's really yo mans ?!
My Man oh man Wasn't y'all lil niggas , even locked inna can
If you ain't really thuggin like that , I can't really rock witchu niggas (No nuh uh )
Needa know I gotta team on back, so we can tote these glocks on these niggas (boom boom)
Stop f*ckin witta fiend sellin crack, watch how I come on top lil nigga (Cha Ching )
Watch how lil shorty throw it back , now she really rock wit a nigga
No I'm good, never will I do that, why Would I spend all my time rackin up when MAN I could really go and rob all that
Free all my doggies, your honor I'm sorry
We never had time for that
So this is for my brothers, all them crying mothers, we gon go chase this bag we gon go chase this bag
Ha
Damn got the whole block dancing with they hands
Hittin that woah saying this my mans
Even got the plug f*ckin witcho mans
Jumping up and down saying
"This JAZZ I AM!"
Music on low, bud on pow
1 hit IN yo lungs on loud
Opps running up I blow man down
Have them circle round
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Yeah I turn over cribs, finding yo bitch and I'm f*ckin her kid
Never worry bout shit, skat man on me Make em doin them flips
And I'm not with them crips but I'll stop on yo bitch for just touchin my chips
Leave it right on her lip when I'm done man imma just go put on my kicks
Put on my kicks
Jazziam - Ain't No Playah! Lyrics
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You ain't no playa on that internet shit , and I'll f*ck on yo bitch, and she slip on my kids
Talk all that mess like you countin them clips
While she bent on my dick and the tip only in
Huh goddamn f*ckin witta opp and that's really yo mans ?!
My Man oh man Wasn't y'all lil niggas , even locked inna can
If you ain't really thuggin like that , I can't really rock witchu niggas (No nuh uh )
Needa know I gotta team on back, so we can tote these glocks on these niggas (boom boom)
Stop f*ckin witta fiend sellin crack, watch how I come on top lil nigga (Cha Ching )
Watch how lil shorty throw it back , now she really rock wit a nigga
No I'm good, never will I do that, why Would I spend all my time rackin up when MAN I could really go and rob all that
Free all my doggies, your honor I'm sorry
We never had time for that
So this is for my brothers, all them crying mothers, we gon go chase this bag we gon go chase this bag
Ha
Damn got the whole block dancing with they hands
Hittin that woah saying this my mans
Even got the plug f*ckin witcho mans
Jumping up and down saying
"This JAZZ I AM!"
Music on low, bud on pow
1 hit IN yo lungs on loud
Opps running up I blow man down
Have them circle round
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Yeah I turn over cribs, finding yo bitch and I'm f*ckin her kid
Never worry bout shit, skat man on me Make em doin them flips
And I'm not with them crips but I'll stop on yo bitch for just touchin my chips
Leave it right on her lip when I'm done man imma just go put on my kicks
Put on my kicks
Talk all that mess like you countin them clips
While she bent on my dick and the tip only in
Huh goddamn f*ckin witta opp and that's really yo mans ?!
My Man oh man Wasn't y'all lil niggas , even locked inna can
If you ain't really thuggin like that , I can't really rock witchu niggas (No nuh uh )
Needa know I gotta team on back, so we can tote these glocks on these niggas (boom boom)
Stop f*ckin witta fiend sellin crack, watch how I come on top lil nigga (Cha Ching )
Watch how lil shorty throw it back , now she really rock wit a nigga
No I'm good, never will I do that, why Would I spend all my time rackin up when MAN I could really go and rob all that
Free all my doggies, your honor I'm sorry
We never had time for that
So this is for my brothers, all them crying mothers, we gon go chase this bag we gon go chase this bag
Ha
Damn got the whole block dancing with they hands
Hittin that woah saying this my mans
Even got the plug f*ckin witcho mans
Jumping up and down saying
"This JAZZ I AM!"
Music on low, bud on pow
1 hit IN yo lungs on loud
Opps running up I blow man down
Have them circle round
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Like it's my damn crowd
Yeah I turn over cribs, finding yo bitch and I'm f*ckin her kid
Never worry bout shit, skat man on me Make em doin them flips
And I'm not with them crips but I'll stop on yo bitch for just touchin my chips
Leave it right on her lip when I'm done man imma just go put on my kicks
Put on my kicks
Writer: Jahsir ramsey
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