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lirik lagu don’t play – yung maunroe

[intro] yung maunroe

sh*t n*gga said it’s yng

[hook] yung maunroe

we got a chopper with a d*ck with it, might go p*ss with it
these b*tches talking sh*t tripping, don’t get sh*t twisted
homie dizzy got the bl!ck with him, he commit n*ggas
your homie dead, got dismissed n*gga, you consist with him

[verse 1] yung maunroe

got a different type of b*tch
trying to type me a message but she the
type of b*tch to make your hoe ass jealous
her side n*gga think we cool?
imma run up his credit but he the
type of n*gga go and rat on a felon
we just, collar popping, we proper, but about businеss
they pop shot and cop callers thesе n*ggas b*tches
we pack digits, we crack n*ggas that mad tripping
we been pimping but big balling, i’m about b*tches
i’m winning the women that’ve driven or been in a benz
extending the fendi depending the b*tches we tend
we spinning, you hidden, in minutes you ducking my mans
i’m offending too many intended, we ended your friends
b*tches feeling different when you tell them you gone
i just say, i ain’t tripping, i just wanted to bone
but i’m blaming other n*ggas cause my sh*t get cloned
bust a play and hit the stu and watch my sh*t get blown
[hook] yung maunroe

[verse 2] j8y

yeah, weighed him a brick
and i gave him the counterfeit
wolf all that sh*t but i know he’s not about the sh*t
run me my token, lil n*gga be talking sh*t
move around n*gga don’t stop, so keep walking b*tch
came from the jungle my n*ggas, we made it out
grip on the .40 i might just go take him out
thought he was gangster, look at him, i call the bluff
up in the blunt, cause you n*ggas done gassed him up
got it in blood so you don’t got to worry now
out in the field with them bullets, might hurt him now
shoot from a distance, i’m feeling like curry now
speaking on me might just go get you buried now
pop for the gang you know imma do me
n0body dead, then you can’t call it beef
i done seen n*ggas b*tch out in the streets
don’t do no talking, we do it and leave
big bag, big swerve (yeah)
run up, you murked (yeah)
did my own dirt (yeah)
cap rap your words (yeah)
6 g’s on the scale (yeah)
send these f*ck boys to h*ll (yeah)
run up on me ring the bell (yeah)
see a p*ssy i can tell (yeah)
post on your block n*gga i do not give a f*ck
run me my money i’m trying to be 100 up
talking that sh*t but he won’t ever knuckle up
speaked on the gang like he really do know what’s up
all of these n*ggas is b*tches, they tail is tucked
always be talking but not trying to run it up
talking too much n*gga let’s go and sum it up
walked on they street and ain’t n0body f*ck with us
[hook] yung maunroe

[verse 3] yung maunroe

i don’t play about my n*ggas
we play about these b*tches and if
my homie hit that p*ssy, we ain’t linking
and the way these n*ggas beefing, they remind me of b*tches
you say nebraska ain’t sh*t, hit the o out by lincoln
got a b*tch in the back with a jazz black & mild
these n*ggas thinking they wild
when n*ggas fire you up
these n*ggas hawking you down
f*ck with fam you best get witness protection
don’t come hating on a n*gga cause you getting neglected
this be mauni on the beat said it’s yung maunroe
if a n*gga new to know me n*gga now they know
i got fl, got ca, got ne, got co
my homies got zway, fam backend, bro dayday
i got many n*ggas
go and ask my name
they gonna tell you i’m a rapper, i just play that game
to the top is where i’m going
from the bottom’s where i came
but we play, with these b*tches, you do the same
(that’s what i’m saying)
[hook] yung maunroe

- yung maunroe

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