Lyrics : Grant Dickinson/Oscar Adler/Ye/Tyrone W. Griffin Jr./Malik Yusef/Rich The Kid/Bump J.
Music : Ye/Tyrone Griffin, Jr./Grant Dickinson/Nasir Pemberton/Mark Williams/Raul Cubina
[Intro: The Inter Milan Ultras]
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Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I done had too many friends that died
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
She told you I ain't had it, well she lied
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
She givin' blowjobs and I applied
She said she starvin', order her some fries
Then I ate the breast, then the thighs
Then I gave the rest to the guys
You was typin' crazy out your mind
This is not a typo, we reply
Now you spillin' Type-O, out your side
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Pray on our enemies when we dine
We just hope the feds take a bribe
Only one gon' walk away when we collide
Twenty thousand dollars, f*ckin' mine
Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes
They offered blowjobs and I applied
They all starvin', order them some fries
Then I lick the breast, then the thighs
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Bitch, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lot
[?] shed a tear with no top
They love me in my city like I'm Pac
Remember when we used to window shop?
Now I just ripped the Porsche to the malls
Ye copped me the chain with the cross
Had to throw some hundos in the wash
Baby, take a seat and take it off
So much ice on me I can't defrost
Where them at that was sayin' I fell off
Boy, don't play with me, you know I
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[Outro: The Inter Milan Ultras]
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