Lyrics Play It Crazy - D.R. Da Rula

Pockets getting thick
All Hail The Cake Lord
These hoes collabin′ on my dick
Should make em pay for it
Young nigga
I know my worth, I'm a fucking king
If it aint the truth then I can′t say a fucking thing
Wait
Mouth closed, take that to the grave
Rest in peace my nigga John, heard the shooter got away
I don't trust one of these niggas
I might touch one of these nigga
I'll be damned if I die today
Just wanna fuck some of these bitches
I wouldn′t cuff none of these bitches
Body right, her mind a mile away
I′m in love with the mission
I got grind and ambition
Had my hands on everything like I aint got no vision
A nigga hungry, aint no soap, aint no dishes
We aint eating when we sitting in that kitchen
Mix Master Flex in this bitch I be whipping
Road life, I been moving state to state

Bumping 80's shit was all good just a week ago
12 had me locked in that cell, I cant sleep no more
I would leave a bitch before I beat a hoe
Fake nigga tried to show me love but he can keep it though
I been had it
You aint got it, I see you creeping though
D nigga
Sleeper flow, I think they peep it now
My bitch riding
If I aint got it she gone hold it down
The snakes hiding
The grass high, we finna mow the town
I lost some niggas
Some died, some I seen was hoes
Dolo nigga
Aint got shit for you, please don′t hit my phone
My PD got me stressing, fuck the system aint no more oppression
We don't want no vodka, Henny in this section
Play it crazy