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Yo Gotti - Wanna Play lyrics
Tuesday night, I was laid up in the bed Tired as hell, I'm hearing voices in my head Heard some knocks, grabbed my tone, ran to the doe (door) Screamed, "Who is it?", but i ain't hear that shit no mo' Cocked my nine I went to peekin' out the blinds Thought it was fine But at a unexpected time The doe (door) flew in, I got a two-story home Seen 'em comin' wit they face masks on Bust the choppers, down the stairs, they hit the cut Two of them got away, but the other two got stuck Hit 'em again One in the neck, one in the chin Then called the Law and said I did they ass in Hook: OK, you wanna play You say you know where I stay? Well, come today Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it You bitch you OK, you wanna play You say you know where I stay? Well, come today Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it You bitch you Say whodie, you won't believe what happened to me A nigga all in my spot, and he askin' for me See I wouldn't at the spot, but my broad was there When she hit me on the phone, it's niggas in there They knocked me off for a bird and my platinum chain Them niggas from round there, they just doin' they thang I respect the game But they got to respect it, I aint no hoe ass nigga I'm gone take car my business Next day, broad-daylight, rode the track The first nigga looked suspicious had to get in the back (Talking) Bitch, we ain't straight no mo' Hoe we used to have fun, we don't play no mo' Them niggas that you run wit, they kicked in my doe So I'm gone shoot you in yo face if you don't cough up that dope, bitch Hook This situation is a cold thang I got to explain Cause nigga this a cold game I was keeping my pounds at a spot in Raleigh But I was moving them thangs, like they was hot tamales Well, hot tamales, I played the cards I was dealt Because I knew befo' long that they'll hang they self I ain't no fool Nigga that's why I play it cool I know the shit you will and won't try to do But what you came in wit, that's what you left wit (AHH HAA) Because I'm three steps ahead, it's like you brainless I been fuckin' wit money, I been having birds I disassociated my self from bad nerves Cause once you under pressure, you'll bust trick And you the type of nigga that I can't trust bitch And the nigga that went, you just a send-out I tried to kill yo hoe ass, but you went out, the window, bitch Hook |
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