Polo G - Don't Play (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Polo G - Don't Play (en) Lyrics
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In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem,
don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic
with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like
a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you
dyin' for him, like a crash
dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't
got no weight to lift
Club action-packed all night
Jayson Tatum, what I ball like
I be pimpin', got a lot of bad bitches,
Mike Vick, start a dog fight
Got a smart mouth, but her jaw's nice
Neck on freeze, all ice
We been stackin' bands
to a tall height
Leave a hundred K at the mall like, uh
Fuck it, off again, Las Vegas, MGM, uh
Bad bitch, shoot my shot just
like I'm playin' in the gym
She showed all her friends
what I say in her DMs
Drippin' all this water, can
my haters even swim?
Sellin' iCarly
I'm unstoppable, niggas can't guard me
Go up top, I'm too rich to be arguin'
I been chillin', I hope you
ain't thinkin' I lost it
I gave 'em salaries, I'm
on that boss shit
I don't play no ball, but you
play, we gon' cross you
She wanna fuck with the
kid 'cause I'm saucy
If you wanna ride me, you
know it's gon' cost you
I do what I want to when I'm ready
SF90, this bitch litty
I'm confident, bet whatever
they bettin'
I don't play games, I'm not that petty
Full-court press, I'm not gon' let up
I don't care, I guess I'm fed up
I'm doin' good, but could be better
I don't talk much, but I ain't
gon' shut up, yeah
Always on it, why the fuck
would I waste time?
If I get a shot, I'ma take mine
Watch me score like LeBron
up the baseline
They left me in the dark
like I can't shine
From the rain, now it's
Rolls-Royce umbrellas
Velveeta, that boy got dumb cheddar
I'm just chasin' paper, ain't
know nothin' extra
I ain't losin' sleep 'bout a bitch,
no, I won't stress her
Leave a ho, then I move
onto somethin' better
Catch her peepin' the drip,
I'ma jump at her
Mike Amiri and new Saint
Laurent sweater
And I always pop out with
my young steppers
They on go, all he need is one gesture
Keep on gassin' 'em up 'til
that pump wet him
Niggas diss on the gang and
they touch stretchers
Torch his top, turn his
homies to pallbearers
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