Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play, artist - Lil Wop. Album song XVII, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: lil wop
Song language: English
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| Playful, I’m too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart |
| Then I’m gon' smack your bitch ass with the back of the gun |
| Then I’m crackin' heads just like a card (Bang) |
| Thinkin' you’re slick, well, I already spotted your ass |
| I’ma shoot your bitch-ass from afar |
| Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy |
| 'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy) |
| Bitches, they love me, they tip me, I’m high |
| Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Two peas in the pod) |
| I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start |
| Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (It's Wop) |
| Dick on the stick when I look up and crack at your head |
| Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud |
| Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don’t |
| You dreamin', it’s all a facade |
| Sippin' that Wock', I need to stop |
| 'Cause that’s all I see when I pee (Ayy, Wop) |
| Might just get top in the back of the Uber, nope, I bended that shit (Ayy) |
| Pull out the Porsches, Lamb', 'Raris, and Rovers, and Bentleys and shit |
| Actin' strange, your money ain’t shit |
| You know you ain’t spendin' that shit (Fuck you) |
| You play, we gon' chop off your arm |
| We play with them tools like we work for a farm |
| Bitch, you blew up your trap with a bomb (Boom) |
| On that Taliban shit, bitch, I feel like Saddam |
| Got a scope on that stick 'cause I love when they run |
| Blood gush when they scream, I’ma cut off they tongue |
| We don’t tolerate shit, fuck nigga get hung |
| We from them ashes, they air out big guns (Ugh) |
| Playful, I’m too active, chopper gon' eat out your heart |
| Then I’m gon' smack your bitch ass with the back of the gun |
| Then I’m crackin' heads just like a card (Ayy) |
| Thinkin' you’re slick, well, I already spotted your ass |
| I’ma shoot your bitch-ass from afar (Pew-pew-pew, ugh) |
| Swear it was one of him, now I see two of that guy |
| 'Cause that chopper, it split him apart (Ayy) |
| Bitches, they love me, they tip me, I’m high |
| Me and my Glock, we two peas in the pod (Pod) |
| I hit one button, the coupe, it gon' start |
| Off a whole eight of Wock' got me fallin' apart (Ugh) |
| Dick on the stick when I look up and crack at your head |
| Boy, that chopper, it love to applaud (Pew-pew-pew, ugh) |
| Thinking you seein', but no, no, really, you don’t |
| You dreamin', it’s all a facade (It's Wop) |