Lola Brooke – Don’t Play With It (Remix) (Official Video) ft. Latto, Yung Miami Lyrics
(Violation)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Dizz, you violated) Yeah, yeah
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Don’t play with it
Mwah, uh-huh
I just want a roughneck nigga on the tongue (Big Gator)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I’m finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain’t givin’ out no nani to no nigga just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runner man, I don’t know no other man (Run it up, run it up)
You fuck like a hundred niggas just for hundred bands (What?)
I don’t even got me hundred bands (Shit)
I’m still gon’ me a hundred Ms with a hundred plans
Gimme beso (Mwah), extendo (Grrah)
I carry bitches like I’m preggo (Pop-pop, pop-pop)
Peter roll a nigga, call him Pedro (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka nigga, should’ve knew it from the get-go (Uh, yeah)
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah, Big Latto)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Yeah)
I just want a ten piece, make it all flats
He just want a phone call or a text back (Brr)
Never got touched but a bitch stay smacked
Why would I DM a nigga first when I’m the catch? (The fuck?)
Hundred bands, fuck is a hundred bands?
You fuck like a hundred niggas, ain’t got one man (Tuh)
You fuck like a hundred niggas, ain’t got one hit
Whole lot of motherfuckers speakin’ on me that ain’t done shit
Dropped a hundred on a pennant, that shit big as Lola
They can’t stand to see me winnin’, so they blame payola
Big stone, big choker, no mediocre
I ain’t ever doin’ coke, I barely do the Cola (Uh, yeah)
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Uh, Miami)
I’m on demon time takin’ nigga souls (Ho)
He in my DM say I’m pretty, bitch, I know (Bitch)
Hoes really messy, I’m rich nigga goals (Ha-ha)
He tell me ride it, treat his face like a rose
Uh-uh, get somebody else to do it (What?)
Posted in New York at Bottega like I’m Ewing (Mmm)
I taught you how to get ‘em for the check, what we doin’? (What we doin’?)
I ain’t got hundred mil, but I got it once I flew in
If that, if that dick don’t come with money, I can’t lay with it (Can’t lay with it)
He call me baby so it’s two-hundred a K with it (A K with it)
Caresha single and saddity, he okay with it
No shade with it, no shade with it (Uh, yeah)
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Mwah)
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