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kidd kabe - don’t play with me lyrics

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[intro]
if i was yo pop, i’d beat your ass

[verse 1]
i ain’t got all of the light, i got shade, tryna get my life back, dance on my grave like a serenade, im gon black out its my last day

my spirit shout protect your last name, protect all your brothers and your sisters, its all about the family, i got the picture. how you gon fix the frame when you ain’t got a camera

how you gon shoot me down, you’ve already took 100 bullets, ill ruin your career, make you get a mullet, make you look weird, the demon looms around your room roaming

and i would flex rome. but i dont wanna flex a city when you ain’t got home, you can’t beat me man this ain’t no spiderman no way homе. i can attract, i get all control

they gon say he bodiеd a n0body, no way home, nothin’ this vitamin you need to take, talk about drugs for gods sake, you made fun of my sister, you made fun of my name, this is why you never throw shade, dear gj to jg, you gon see the gates
dont ever talk on my family

[chorus]
dont play with me, nahhh, dont play with me, dont care about a diss, i shoot back quick you know who it is, u gotta dip 2x

[verse 2]
im on top, bust his lip up, now he slipped up, discriminating cultures, he f_cked up, gotta get my brothers, protect my cousin’s

hes a evil f_cker, call my friend a ch_nk, call me a illegal, you reap what you sow, drop his body to floor, i got a platinum flow. you evil tho
even jayden knows that, die in a whip, bug out, you finna have the same ending as your goat, touch down

you can’t k!ll, you can’t get mine, saying too much stupid stuff, go ahead and commit a crime, too soft for that

the slightest be leaving you crying, you wipe your tears with paper bills (forreal) he finna die trying, after this go sell some dope

[chorus]

[verse 3]
crush on lil dog, go ahead and sob, can’t bag a b_tch for nun, bum!, i wanna see you out here, save rap fast, i can make a better hit just like that, bum

ok you done, b_tch lets have some fun, point the gun don’t matter, i still won, bum!, oh you losing is such a bummer. bringing real rap back, i gotta save the summer, bum!

gonna bring the tommy gun out, either way i still won, you talk about bodies, go ahead and hit a roddy, except he actually gangsta, but you? nah, notti

quit rapping and go do some pilates, i cash out, throw the money on his body, bum!, jump over your body, bopping they head to kabe, no i ain’t got no sorrys

wave the white flag, and go quit rapping, you ain’t beefing against yo gotti, or a king, you against a god gottie

talking to jaden, he only talk about money. bum! disrespect my mom you gon die over and over again, bum!

[outro]
b_tch ass n______, b_tch ass n______, b_tch ass n______, b_tch ass n______

- kidd kabe

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