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Play N Skillz - Who Tha Shit lyrics

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Ay! Dallas, Texas!

It's the original J-R

With a funny smellin' cigar

Freshly Snipes

My skin is sensitive so I use baby wipes

Ya heard? With Play-N-Skillz

Latinos stand up!

For ya boy, fr-fr-fr-fr-fr-Fresh!

Now wherever you at in the world

I need you to turn to your neighbor, her or him, and scream this out to 'em real loud

Who ride 24's, who ride 28's

Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks

Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)

Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest

Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'

Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'

Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'

Back up muthafucka r we gon' wind up brawlin'

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

You see these hoes keep boppin'

My blades keep choppin'

My car steady tippin'

Them haters need to listen

You ain't never seen two brothers so fresh n so fly

Rings, ice, ten cars, TV's fallin' from the sky

So back up muthafucka cause you scuffin' my kicks

We alcoholin', big ballin' we ain't takin no shit

And I'm the shit I'm feelin good when I'm grippin' tha grain

I got a big, fat check, model chicks give me brain

Dallas, Texas put it down, you know I rep my city

I do it so big, I'm the Latin P. Diddy

And sometimes I can't even recognize my chain

Cause the diamonds change colors like the week change days

Who ride 24's, who ride 28's

Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks

Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)

Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest

Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'

Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'

Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'

Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin'

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

(Slim Thugga muthafucka!)

I'm the shit, I know you muthafuckas smell me

Every time I leave the house a million muthafuckas tell me

Got a hundred carat badge and it's hangin' to my belly

These bitches on my dick like my rap name Nelly

I'm the shit up in my city, I'm the shit up on the streets

They got me on this song, cause I'm the shit up on the beats

Slim Thugga muthafucka and I ain't gotta say it

It's a hit if a lay it, all you gotta do is play it

I put it down for my town yeah I'm playin with mils

H-Town to D-Town with the Play and the Skillz

I move around to the sound we displayin' our skills

Puffin pound after pound I'm just sayin' the real

Who ride 24's, who ride 28's

Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks

Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)

Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest

Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'

Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'

Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'

Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin'

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

This is dedicated to the world of ballin'

Poppin' bottles in the club, that's why them girls be callin'

I keep a freak for every day of the week, I spit that game

All the haters talkin' down but they ain't speakin' my name

We wuz lookin' for that hit so we holla'd at Fresh

And all that boy had to do was hit that fr-fr-fr-Fresh

Who da shit? Not you, you ain't stackin' no cheese

From the neck to the sleeves, you can call me Mr. Freeze

And the rims on the whip, man they older than me

From the brim to the flex, no one flyer than me

And if I hit the club, you know I'm leavin with yo chick

Take a trip to the D and you gon' see we da shit

Who ride 24's, who ride 28's

Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks

Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him)

Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest

Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin'

Got TV's from the ceiling fallin'

Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin'

Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin'

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

Now who da shit (Hey!)

Now who da shit (Heyyy!)

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