Play (feat. Classikmussik) [Remix] - Mr Foster & Yo Gotti

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Ayy Sizzle I still don't know what to call it, haha I been fuckin' with this real little trill little ho We been like this for a minute 'cause she concealed with it though Told my bitch I cut her off but we still creepin' on the low She got an nigga, I got a bitch, but this y'all already know She be askin' what to call it, I'm like I still don't know He might question her 'bout niggas but he still won't know She gon' play him to the left (how?), like she coolin' with her friend Then I pull up like get in, in my baby mama's Benz Ooh, I'm foul foul (ooh ooh), I ain't shit (I ain't nothin') Hope she don't find out (out), she gon' clip (she gon' spazz, ooh) This shit getting serious (how?), her nigga gettin' on to us (damn) Message come through like she text, Don't know if it's him or her (what you do?) No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know It's confidential how we link, gotta keep it on the low Told my dog to get the room, he hit me back like it's a go This time just use a rubber bro, seven kids you don't need no more She pulled up naked, Looked so sexy when she took off the trenchcoat, ooh My bitch happened to drive by and just spot my car outside I can't put this on my nigga, she know every car I drive Now she callin', hittin' the line, let it ring, don't hit decline So I can play like I was sleep, that's a nigga's favorite line No reply, so she still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know I don't know No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know They say you caught (I'm like with who?), because I still don't know I'm in Dubai with my guys and some other nigga's ho And the blogs want to report me but they still don't know And my plug still support me so I still got coke I keep swappin' out these hoes, I can't make up my lil mind I don't know which one I like so I'm dividing up my time (What happened in Paris? I don't know) Man I still don't know You can fall in love and marry her but she still gon' go (damn) Had a crush on Mira (Mira), had a crush on Lira (Lira) Had a crush on that seven figures 'til I Touched that million (touched it, skrrt skrrt) Louis V, Supreme, Rari in Dubai (what the shit) What you tell your bitch when she ask who you with? No reply, so she still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know (I don't know) No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know (I don't know)

Cannon, cannon They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) Damn, bald head, Pac shit Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn) I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga) Yeah, play that pyrex like a sport, nigga The highway hot, nigga no shade (shade) Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (ayy) Damn, that's 50 here, and 50 there Get it in the air, like money in the air That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch Clean it up with the same card we play spades with The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (nah) Grown man shit, you can't play, kids You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn) Two co-defendants, you better not tell (nah) Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the braille (ayy) Feds put the dogs on it, they smell it like it's quail (ooh) Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (tale) They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming Five tickets of a whole lot of greens Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food I just put a quarter mil' in an old school Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (old news) Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they old dude I don't gotta tell (tell) Nigga I'm in the lab (kitchen) I want 20 for a half, 40 for a slab (bricks) And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (ugh) And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah) Long story short, and the short story long (story long) I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home) Eight figure nigga, boy I came up sellin' zones 2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (on chrome) Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back They tried to say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (got it on my back) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (yeah) They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (yeah) They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (on my back) Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back