Ask Ya, Tell Ya, Make Ya Patrick Polzin (Ft. Chris Millz, Don Juan, Royce Da 5'9" & Young Slapz)
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[Chorus: Polzin]
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
[Verse 1: Trofee]
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, I don’t even have a car
So Imma ask you really nice, give me the keys and I won’t break your arm
I’ll make ya, say you got a girl well Imma take her
Get nasty in the back seat, think I’m playing Imma break her
No faking, I’m all truth when I’m spitting it in the booth
Ripping your bitch ego into two, like deuces, spliff hanging out the coupe
Want proof bitch? I’ll send you straight to D12, rest in peace homey
I just gotta rep myself when these motherfuckers call me phony
Blow me, yeah all these cock suckers mind as well be dead
‘Cause all their cock sucking, blockbuster girlfriends in my bed
I’m not stopping, no octagons facing me with red
And yes I asked you, told you, made you listen to the words I said
[Verse 2: Chris Millz]
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya tell ya make ya, once before I shake ya
Once before I break ya, I run it like the mayor
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya, That's how I make a hater
Respect me spot, my flow's sharper then a razor
Ask 'em, tell 'em, make 'em, You tell 'em bunch of fake stuff
Seeing through you windows like a curtain when it's raised up
Play tough, say what, they raise, bangers
Hammers hit you like a nail, you lucky if you wake up
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
[Verse 1: Trofee]
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, I don’t even have a car
So Imma ask you really nice, give me the keys and I won’t break your arm
I’ll make ya, say you got a girl well Imma take her
Get nasty in the back seat, think I’m playing Imma break her
No faking, I’m all truth when I’m spitting it in the booth
Ripping your bitch ego into two, like deuces, spliff hanging out the coupe
Want proof bitch? I’ll send you straight to D12, rest in peace homey
I just gotta rep myself when these motherfuckers call me phony
Blow me, yeah all these cock suckers mind as well be dead
‘Cause all their cock sucking, blockbuster girlfriends in my bed
I’m not stopping, no octagons facing me with red
And yes I asked you, told you, made you listen to the words I said
[Verse 2: Chris Millz]
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya (x3)
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya tell ya make ya, once before I shake ya
Once before I break ya, I run it like the mayor
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya, That's how I make a hater
Respect me spot, my flow's sharper then a razor
Ask 'em, tell 'em, make 'em, You tell 'em bunch of fake stuff
Seeing through you windows like a curtain when it's raised up
Play tough, say what, they raise, bangers
Hammers hit you like a nail, you lucky if you wake up
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