Casanova – Don’t Play Games (ft. DMX) (Audio, Lyrics)

Casanova drops “Don’t Play Games” featuring DMX). Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the Divine Bars-produced song.

Casanova Don’t Play Games

Time is not meant to be wasted, and it doesn’t take long before DMX makes his presence felt on Casanova’s new single “Don’t Play Games.” For his many loyal fans, still buzzing from the high of last night’s Verzuz battle, X’s formidable cadence is enough to spark anticipation. Here, he holds it down with an intense chorus, providing ad-libs as Casanova fires off a savage verse. “Never rat, stay with a strap, X got Yonkers, BK on my back,” he raps, emphasized by a DMX’s signature “WHAAAT?!”

Casanova – Don’t Play Games (ft. DMX) (prod. Divine Bars)

Lyrics

Fuck what they think
It’s about what we know

Divine bars stupid

Now don’t play games
Don’t say names
Come through with the guns out
Brap spray lames
Don’t take aim
Hit the whole crowd
Ch, ch boom, ch ch boom
My shit out
Now don’t play games
Don’t say names
Come through with the guns out
Brap spray lames
Don’t take aim
Hit the whole crowd
Ch, ch boom, ch ch boom
My shit out nigga

Burner in the ride (yeah)
Burner on my side (yeah)
Burn him if he try (yeah)
Murder on my mind (c’mon)
Shoot him in his back then turn him on his side
Before I send him to the sky
I wanna look him in his eyes (boom boom boom)
So I could tell that nigga bye bye (yeah)
And here are some rules that we abide by
Never rat
Stay with a strap (uh huh)
X got Yonkers BK on my back (let’s get it, what)
Grab the cartridge then I full it
You think you smarter than a bullet
Tried to dodge it but you couldn’t (boom boom boom)
I shoot at crowds
Just to shoot him down (gang)
My ruger loud
That’s how I move around

Now don’t play games
Don’t say names
Come through with the guns out
Brap spray lames
Don’t take aim
Hit the whole crowd
Ch, ch boom, ch ch boom
My shit out
Now don’t play games
Don’t say names
Come through with the guns out
Brap spray lames
Don’t take aim
Hit the whole crowd
Ch, ch boom, ch ch boom
My shit out nigga

Gorilla on the track
King Kong silverback
Motherfucker want a problem
Imma give him brap
When shit hit the fan
Goons come out
And we all in
I fold the niggas up like a lawn chair
Ah yeah
I’m built like this
Y’all niggas are different
I come through and air shit out
Y’all niggas is riffing
All that talking you doing
Got me like please stay where the fuck you at
Cause in New York we gone ruin it
Everything you thought was real
Who you thought you was
Imma stop whatever you doing
Before you get a buzz
Fucking with a grown man
That’s his own man
In the zone man
When the song man come on man

I demolish fuck ass niggas like you everyday
Bitch ass niggas very gay like Perrier
Them motherfuckers is too busy sucking dick
Stop fucking with this shit
You ain’t fucking with the kid nigga

Don’t play games
Don’t say names
Come through with the guns out
Brap spray lames
Don’t take aim
Hit the whole crowd
Ch, ch boom, ch ch boom
My shit out
Now don’t play games
Don’t say names
Come through with the guns out
Brap spray lames
Don’t take aim
Hit the whole crowd
Ch, ch boom, ch ch boom
My shit out nigga