They Don't Wanna Play - Mims, Bun B, Seed

They talkin big baby

They they talkin big baby

They talkin big baby

They they talkin big baby

They don’t wanna play

They don’t wanna play

They don’t they don’t they don’t wanna play

They don’t wanna play they talkin big baby

They don’t wanna play

They don’t wanna play

They don’t wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way

Say u a killa killa

Say u bout that skrilla skrilla

Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat)

Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head

U gone make me kill this nigga

U claimin yo flow is sick?

Yea well mine is illa illa

Catch me in that dirty dirty

Feed up in that villa villa

So live I’m the 05 thrilla in manilla

Come thru with the triple village

Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin

Nigga I’m about my bread!!!

My flow is yo ceilin ceilin

Nigga pop off

Finna get popped my word is booooorn

Wanna shoot the head up Meet me in the ring lets go it’s ooooon

Ain’t affraid wut u niggas got to offa

Got killas in the mit that’ll off ya Yawl niggas ain’t on the same level

Pull up pull off in the vocsha

One day in my life it el cost ya Look away look back I lost ya I ain’t a killa main

But I will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter

You meet me by the creek by the crawler

I’m the on sippin weight cruch the balla

You niggas is hustlin backwards

(they talkin big baby)

I tried to told em not to act up But he didnt listen

Now his colla bone and rib cage

Out of position

I’ma big dude

Trapped in a lil nigga body nigga

I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party

He ain’t see shit all he seen is a shottie

Next he seen jesus

Pick up the putisis

I’m the shit mattafact in shiesest

Don’t make me show u wut a beast is Nigga get on ya grind stoop ya Slackin on ya day to day

U know wut time it is and I ain’t flava flave

But ima new york nigga spittin razor blades

Ill leave u hurt like u label paid

U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today

So get the fuck up out of trill niggas way

Man I will lean u like a kick stand

Rock u like a wristband

Cut chu then I switch hands

(they they talkin big baby)

Now all u pussy niggas

Fuck boys snitches and hoes

Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does

Represent for pop trunkers

Wit the trues and the voes

Chunkin deuces out the roof fuckin up the side shows

From the pros to begginners

L 7's to the winners

Southern course steakas

To the chicken dinnas

And grind all the binnas

And need to get it out

Find a tight trap

And then I said it out

Bet cha bout them dolla

On the best cause I’m back

I’m the true and certified who resieded pimpin back

Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh

Young jeezy the snow man

But I pack is the best

So wen u see the 8 and the A Put the hatin away

Joey is back and we been waitin to play

Trigga finga waitin to spray

Leavin ya punchured

And u ont wanna see any trill niggas at a conjuction

(they talkin big baby)