D.R. Da Rula - Play It Crazy Lyrics

Pockets getting thick
All Hail The Cake Lord
These hoes collabin' on my dick
Should make em pay for it
Young nigga
I know my worth, I'm a f*cking king
If it aint the truth then I can't say a f*cking thing
Wait
Mouth closed, take that to the grave
Rest in peace my nigga John, heard the shooter got away
I don't trust one of these niggas
I might touch one of these nigga
I'll be damned if I die today
Just wanna f*ck some of these bitches
I wouldn't cuff none of these bitches
Body right, her mind a mile away
I'm in love with the mission
I got grind and ambition
Had my hands on everything like I aint got no vision
A nigga hungry, aint no soap, aint no dishes
We aint eating when we sitting in that kitchen
Mix Master Flex in this bitch I be whipping
Road life, I been moving state to state

Bumping 80's shit was all good just a week ago
12 had me locked in that cell, I cant sleep no more
I would leave a bitch before I beat a hoe
Fake nigga tried to show me love but he can keep it though
I been had it
You aint got it, I see you creeping though
D nigga
Sleeper flow, I think they peep it now
My bitch riding
If I aint got it she gone hold it down
The snakes hiding
The grass high, we finna mow the town
I lost some niggas
Some died, some I seen was hoes
Dolo nigga
Aint got shit for you, please don't hit my phone
My PD got me stressing, f*ck the system aint no more oppression
We don't want no vodka, Henny in this section
Play it crazy