paroles de chanson We Ain't Playin - Lil' Wyte
[Chorus:
repeat
4X]
We
ain't
playin'
(hell
naw)
we
ain't
playin'
(hell
naw)
We
ain't
playin
motherfucker
we
ain't
playin'
(hell
naw)
[Verse
1]
Alright,
I
got
a
bunch
problems
throbbing
in
my
noggin
that
ain't
stopping
me
You
pooping
slugs
from
your
glock
on
your
block
I'm
staring
killing
sprees
I'm
23's
you
17's
on
vogues
you
can't
weigh
up
to
me
You
flex
on
me
but
really
it's
that
hate
driving
incorrectly
I'm
on
the
road
get
the
fuck
up
out
my
way
I'm
coming
hoe
You
thinking
we
playing
with
the
words
we
saying
We
ain't
playing
for
all
who
didn't
know
Keeping
it
real
I'm
laughing
at
cha'
I
ain't
laughing
with
cha'
I'm
glad
to
get
your
full
attention
comprehension
listen
to
my
opposition
Make
some
money
fuck
the
honeys
twist
a
blunt
and
pass
it
to
me
Got
no
time
no
weak
rhymes
so
when
I
write
it
comes
out
ebonics
That's
the
way
it's
gotta
be
dirty
south
to
vow
with
me
Suddenly
thousand
miles
per
hour
Renzo's
on
and
out
of
me
Ain't
hit
my
peak
but
I'll
keep
climbing
til'
my
lungs
give
out
on
me
Won't
take
my
seat
but
I'll
keep
standing
flaming
til'
you
feel
the
heat
Competition
is
what
the
world
revolves
around
so
know
the
score
I'm
man
the
lil
mo
tasting
your
plate
fuck
it
we
ain't
playing
hoe
[Chorus]
[Verse
2]
You
ain't
scared
we
ain't
scared
so
let's
take
this
out
the
doe
Got
your
unit
let's
go
do
it
I
ain't
got
no
time
for
hoes
Think
we
playing
we
ain't
playing
and
we
can
do
this
10
on
4
With
all
this
animosity
around
me
I'm
about
to
explode
And
if
I
blow
it's
for
show
the
outcome
is
gonna
be
crucial
Feeling
neutral
and
if
you
say
I'm
useful
and
that
truthful
Bringing
it
brutal
every
time
pass
the
fucking
mic
to
Then
your
soul
and
giving
music
that's
you
guarantee
to
like
it
Ain't
no
stopping
there
nothing
but
air
and
opportunity
every
where
Stop
and
stare
or
just
take
a
peek
at
all
that
isn't
fair
Think
I
care
yes
sir
cause
all
this
shit
is
effecting
me
I'm
gone
keep
on
speaking
my
mind
until
these
folks
start
respecting
me
Neglecting
me
no
more
taking
that
motherfuck
what
cha'
say
Tough
as
nails
growing
up
in
mempho
living
in
the
bay
Mady
Gray
pick
the
rapping
yes
this
nigga
had
to
write
No
more
joking
legally
roasting
you
up
on
track
is
tight
[Chorus]
[Verse
3]
I
got
a
million
categories
on
my
shit
to
do
list
And
plus
my
anna
that's
been
bottled
building
up
through
out
this
It's
gone
combine
with
the
bad
and
the
goods
gone
get
great
Be
sad
that
you
ain't
make
this
far
I
can't
help
it
that
is
fake
And
plus
my
legacy
been
charted
through
untraveled
planet
My
prophecy
got
me
to
where
I
be
I
know
you
can't
stand
it
My
shit
be
slamin'
like
orgasms
jamin'
up
in
your
throat
Open
up
your
read
this
vowels
so
you
can
get
a
breath
fo'
you
choke
I'm
bout
to
give
it
like
some
stitches
doctors
place
in
sessions
Bring
up
nothing
but
some
fucking
pain
on
every
thang
that
I'm
given
And
I
got
no
love
for
them
haters
tryin
to
stop
what
I'm
doing
This
shit
goes
on
I
rap
po
long
and
bet's
believe
I'm
pursuing
A
higher
ground
on
lert
and
that's
so
hard
cause
man
ain't
got
wings
See
every
one
on
nursery
puppets
dancing
round
on
strings
You
got
to
grab
life
by
it's
neck
and
rip
it's
bones
out
of
socket
Cause
if
you
don't
you'll
might
slip
up
and
you'll
end
up
out
of
pocket
[Chorus]
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