They Will Never Play Me Lyrics by Memphis Bleek

They Will Never Play Me Lyrics

    This for my thug, thug
    Drug, drug
    And guns, guns
    Come on, come on
    Come on, it's the ROC nigga
    Yo, yo

    Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs
    Show no love and my guns bust
    And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks
    You niggas out here gone do what?
    Nothing but talk about it
    You niggas ain't bout it, bout it
    You see Bleek
    J-I-G from the hat to sneaks
    Dem them jordans but what's important
    You niggers scheming
    I told y'all, I got my mind right
    And my money right
    I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right
    The game nigga love it, leave it
    It ain't gone change nigga
    From my hood to your hood
    This shit the same nigga
    You see me hopping out
    Coping that Bel –v
    I ride for my family
    Fuck could you tell me
    Its ROC La Familia
    No one down with us
    No one ride with us
    No one side with us
    We came gunning
    Busting fuck it, it aint nothing
    I got mine now get yours
    And nigga stop frontin'

    1 - Still these niggers hate me
    But I sit back and laugh
    I got cash, I play the back
    And I be counting my math
    And they will never play me
    I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
    I got niggas who could get that done

    And still these niggers hate me
    But I sit back and laugh
    I got cash, I play the back
    And I be counting my math
    And they will never play me
    I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
    I got niggas who could get that done

    Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump
    Or letting that pistol blow
    Niggas hate but I'm sticking this dick down they bitches throat
    I hear them saying
    He only sold half a mill
    You know what I'm saying nigga I spend half your deal
    So go ahead with that dumb shit
    I push tinted SUV’s
    Which is one bitch
    With that fifth in just one clip
    My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads?
    Ma im dissing everyone
    And everyone feel they involve
    Who ever hating
    Contemplating about my situations
    Wanna know my moves
    Wanna find out if a nigga station
    Wanna know the co’ds
    Wanna know if I get low my company
    Do I got chrome
    Nigger don’t compare me to Jay-Z
    I pop my collar, hollar
    All about the drama blowing scama
    Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana
    But you lames hating
    Cause I'm in the lake on them daytons
    Taking pictures, hitting switches
    Pulling over bad bitches
    I'm laying right
    My dogs stay they eating right
    Guns looking right
    And dog I bust them right
    For that brick
    For that check
    For that coke
    For that flow
    Dog I let's them go
    Set up shop and blow

    Repeat 1

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