Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play Wit Ya, artist - Dreezy. Album song Big Dreez, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Play Wit Ya |
| Get fishin' on jail, dripping on cell |
| Rockin' some shit that I can’t even spell |
| Louis my shell, new money trail |
| My F for Fendi, your F is for fail |
| Strapped up like soldier, ayy |
| Pop off your top like Coronas (Pop) |
| Motor sound like it’s a polar |
| Ice on the choker, my bitch look older |
| She shakin' ass like she came from the 'Nolia (Shake it, shake it) |
| He a dog, alley paws (Beat him) |
| I ain’t fightin' at all (No) |
| I just tear down the mall (Takin' shit) |
| Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all) |
| Shit on you like a star (Ugh) |
| We the youngest involved (Young) |
| That small voice need a haul, eh |
| Don’t give no fuck off the Henny |
| Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah) |
| Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah) |
| Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it) |
| Hot but he can’t get my number (No) |
| I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve) |
| Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent |
| I did not come to play with you (At all) |
| Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it) |
| I’m drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup) |
| Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah) |
| Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it) |
| Hot but he can’t get my number (No) |
| I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve) |
| Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip) |
| I did not come to play with you |
| Can’t wait for a minute, impatient |
| Go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching (Ugh) |
| Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins |
| They think I’m gettin' it printed (I ain’t) |
| I came with them racks, you dig? |
| (What's up?) |
| This OG, you smoking on mid (Lil' kid) |
| Still livin' in your mama crib |
| You can’t even come for the kids |
| Smoke 'em and dump, Louboutin pump |
| Bloody walkin', you just bleed once a month (Yeah) |
| I’m in that Ghost, you can say that whip haunted |
| I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want) |
| Just spend a light 30 |
| I got enough bread to feed you lil' birdies (Chirp, chirp) |
| Bought out Diamond District |
| I’m up in New York, my Milly Rock sturdy |
| Speakin' all facts (Turnt) |
| I get turnt up to the max (Turnt) |
| I used to jugg it off accents (Runnin') |
| Now, I’m back fully, relax (Ugh) |
| I’m eatin' spaghetti and catfish |
| Pull up in that sport back to back (Sktrt) |
| High as hell, lookin' like cataracts (I'm high) |
| I’m in the club throwin' that kind of racks (Racks) |
| Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it) |
| Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah) |
| Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah) |
| Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it) |
| Hot but he can’t get my number (No) |
| I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve) |
| Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent |
| I did not come to play with you (At all) |
| Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it) |
| I’m drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup) |
| Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah) |
| Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it) |
| Hot but he can’t get my number (No) |
| I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve) |
| Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip) |
| I did not come to play with you (Nah) |
| Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!) |