Mista Dontplay
Don't play no games
If bullshit stains
don't look up his name
only his words
can be definitive 'swag'
his mannerisms
his habits
his ability to 'game'
He can handle his drugs
and when done
the bank fears the name
Mista Dontplay
Women are titled 'Hoes'
when the romantic organs
of this man play
Ignoring the beauty
the quality
the personality
No time, his thought process
has for these things
Sadly, virgins don't mind
The degradation
As long as
Mista Dontplay
penetrates
their existence
with his name
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