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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gangsta Boo
Gangsta Boo
Performer
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Programming
Koopsta Knicca
Koopsta Knicca
Performer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Programming
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Programming
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Beauraguard
Paul Beauraguard
Composer
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, what?
It's Gangsta Boo ya'll, what?
And Hypnotize ya'll, what?
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(And we aint', and we aint, and we ain't)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(We ain't playin' wit' you)
(Ain't playin' wit' y'all, what, what?)
(2005, what, what?)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin', hatin' **** we will kill, my friend)
Tell me, tell me why you, why you wanna come against da Boo
I'll be, I'll be ready to take the world war comin' soon
To an end, make a **** bend, take up out yo' shit
Spin yo Benz 'round and 'round again, circles on you tricks
Ms. Bitch, Gangsta Boo, whateva call it, how it come?
If you come the wrong way, at you baby come a gun (Pow!)
Smokin' bitch, why you at my crib? You know how it go
I don't fuck with you no more than after parties at a show
Diamonds on my wood as I take yo' hood straight through a storm
BHZ my hood ****, known for makin' bitches run
Tell yo' folk, get yo' bitches out, I hate you like I hate the ****
I be getting high, tryin' to level out you bitches, I
Still gonna keep it real, still gonna get a deal
Still got my **** lookin' trill with the gold grill
Dirty Dirty South representin' mothafuckin' baby
Gangsta Boo da lady represent the hypnotize baby
And we ain't
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin, hatin' **** we will kill my friend)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin,' hatin' **** we will kill my friend)
What you wanna do with this?
Do you wanna see me get buck with the quick-en-ess?
Put it down on you clowns fast
Is you wit' it bitch? Be the past bitch
I'm the only bitch that's doing it, baller hat fit
On my head, is you wit' it mane?
Cartier frames on my face, can you dig it mane?
Let you down mane, like a pilot on a crashing plane
I'm the main bitch on the click, bringin' plenty pain
(What a damn shame)
Spark the flame to the hydro, hit it, hit it slow
Wanna 'bow? Watch the water flow, blew up in this ho'
Tryin' to tell you what you wanna know
I'll be fuckin' knows like a pro, is you wit' it though? Yeah you wit' it
Baby lady in the ski getting money
You be looking real bummy, kinda dummy
You think I won't leave you bloody and muddy
Real chick from the southside of the universe
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin', hatin' **** we will kill my friend)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin', hatin' **** we will kill my friend)
For you **** with that 'anna, actin' if you got some drama
Ask up, my dick right in you bitches baby mommas
See what went round and kicked up the butt or was I kill the other bitch?
What kinda skinny tell me can I flex and kick it?
Since you think I'm jokin' now you tryin to pull you blow
Once you waste the freaky slut, the first thing they gon say is "What?"
Oh how you get the chewin' so to me it's just ridiculous
With the tatt RIP on her titty, fuck that head, he was a' escape convict
Shit, let me hit it, got yo' peep out for the stab
I fuck her like a boxer what and wet ya wit' an upper-cut and then a jab down
I ain't playin', why you have some babies by them hoes?
Was he walk straight on my porch or did he go straight out the window?
It was cold, oh no, blast that tennis and made her holla
I be swingin at a bitch like a **** tryin' to hit a piñata
Screamin' "Stop it," take my dick up out her clit
We be chattin' in yo' face and be laughin' like we never did shit
(Did shit, did shit, did shit, did shit)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin', hatin' **** we will kill my friend)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin', hatin' **** we will kill my friend)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
(You violatin', hatin' **** we will kill my friend)
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe, we ain't playin' wit' ya
We ain't playin' wit' ya hoe
Written by: Jordan Houston, Paul Beauraguard
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