Dat’s It Fa Ya lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
I can't play no more, I can't play no more
I can't, I can't play no more
I can't play no more, I can't play no more
I can't, I can't play no more

[Chorus: D.J. Paul]
I can't play no more, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You gotta go to go lil ho, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You done took it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
So I'ma take it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
I can't play no more, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You gotta go lil ho, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You done took it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
So I'ma take it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass

[Verse 1: D.J. Paul]
The game is over, let the pain begin
These n*ggas acting lame again
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Got a di*k in another white mouth again
I'ma always win, you can bet on that
f*ck with me and I'mma let off that
The sound of my voice get pussies wet
The sound of my chopper getting pus*y n*ggas wet
I'm a motherf*cking threat, better know that
Guns flash quicker than the kodak
We whip a n*gga wig like Kojak
He hidin' from the hater like Lojack
Swing on a n*gga he gone miss rap
b*tch n*gga, I ain't breakin' fist for that
Hit him with a bottle with a fifth of that
Break the whole bottle, not a fifth of that
I'm done with these f*ck boys
Act dumb on these f*ck boys
Set alarms off on these f*ckboys
Put guns off on these f*ck boys
I've been holding my goons back for a long time
[Chorus: D.J. Paul]
I can't play no more, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You gotta go to go lil ho, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You done took it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
So I'ma take it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
I can't play no more, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You gotta go lil ho, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You done took it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
So I'ma take it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
On that presidential skunk, that's that Donald Trump
Real OG, my pockets on Professor Clump
Yellow diamonds in that b*tch look like Captain Crunch
Money hungry, 100 milli, what I have for lunch
Trippy n*gga, I just filled a garbage bag with weed
It look like I rob jack for his bag of P's
Loudest n*gga in the club quick to call the cops
These young n*ggas ain't tryna box, better bring yo Glock
Turn that n*gga song, all you hear is street talk
Catch him outside the studio, all you hear is b*tch talk
Payin' for protection the only way you get passed
You don't pay them killers when you hit the city? That's your ass

[Chorus: D.J. Paul]
I can't play no more, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You gotta go to go lil ho, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You done took it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
So I'ma take it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
I can't play no more, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You gotta go lil ho, dats it for your ass, for your ass
You done took it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass
So I'ma take it there, dats it for your ass, for your ass