YOUNG CHRIS

YOUNG CHRIS - Don't Play lyrics

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Feat. Meek Mill

(Intro)

You hear that? Sound like new money

New money, new money, new money

Yeah yep yeah yep yep yep yeah

(Hook)

Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood

Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me

Many niggas don't play with me

Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is

If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me

Many bitches don't play with me

(Verse)

Tyler Ennis, Barapemis, ball harder, Jabari Parker

John Calla, Meek Milly, no disrespect, but we Philly

King and Wade, Zack and Cobie, call my head a black Chernobyl

Yung niggas know when the block down

Ride winter time with the top down

That's why them little pussy boys don't play wit me

Got a buck and it's from, I got the K wit me

Shine harder whenever you turn the lights off

We in the jungle whenever we turn the mikes off

Niggas get scared when they see this

When they see that boy Meek, when they see Chris

Goddamn it, we nice, tanned and ripe

Fin' the bodybag niggas, hand me his life

(Hook)

Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood

Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me

Many niggas don't play with me

Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is

If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me

Many bitches don't play with me

(Verse)

Pull up in the hood on wood

Bad bitch rollin', and she rollin' on wood

Finna get some hand on a lil' back pocket

Gotta stando with my new ?

Give a fuck about the cops

Finger to the force

Holy 9-11, now we know it's the Porsche

Think about you niggas, if it's drama, bring a lama

Try the enemies with corpse get 'em touched with a torch

War, shinnies and cake, more bodies than day

Can't find a surprise, the more I ain't amazed

Homicidal, you niggas stay all caution and soft

Pussy niggas ain't ridin', just help me carry the coffin'

Shown off with a hose, take the shots in the first

Take a shot on the fifth and take it right on rehearse

Never take me alive, I told you niggas before

Six shots from the drum, I'm sending 'em to the morgue

Fuck world war!

(Hook)

Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood

Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me

Many niggas don't play with me

Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is

If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me

Many bitches don't play with me

(Verse)

Pull up in the hood on hose

Hoes start fuckin' like a bad bitch suppose

I don't give a fuck about you haters

See, I'm all about the paper

Gettin' money in the hood and the road off

Platinum in the cold, nigga ride free

Bitch ride dick like a nigga ride D

Only the latest fashion, classy, fly cars

A nigga be eatin' on the block, five star

Came in the cave, I was Job, yung nigga

Nigga still hops, it's a cold yung nigga

Y'all boys ain't ready, ride round heavy, go Bazu on ?

Go buckle, intercept me, all about the lil' debbie

Sittin' on wood

Circling the block, bullshittin' through the hood

Hop out on my niggas, I'ma smoke a few Ls

Hoping I ain't gotta let off a few shells

It's just tales of the hood nigga

(Hook)

Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood

Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me

Many niggas don't play with me

Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is

If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me

Many bitches don't play with me

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