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Play Wit Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Emanz
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Emmanuel Johnson




Emanz - Play Wit Me Lyrics




These niggas won't play with me I got Glocks and they wanna move fair with me
She want blue heart and fakers but do it like talkin
Just to slide on the beat And I got some drip on me
And I ball like the motherf*ckin' Glit I wanna go chase me at bat but I don't want

Me at bat Bitch, she wanna go stun on me
I got these diamonds, they came out of syncing
This shit like peroxide and chemical dame We got these diamonds, it look like Fiji
These niggas, they talkin' that shit like it be me

Said, why can't I hate on a bitch like Zambini
Nigga, fingers up to that bitch Niggas, they hatin' on me but they tryna
Ruin my image I ain't worryin' bout no bitch and I'm just
Tryna chase me in the bag and I'm chasin' the guap

F*ck it, shoutout my nigga, real guap Chasin' the money, I'm chasin' the cheese
We got the ARs and we got the team We got these diamonds, they came out of syncing
Ha, ha, bitch, I got somethin' for you You wanna talk about that shit, you a fool
My nigga, I'm laughin' just in your face We got these diamonds, it came out the case

Niggas just look at me, I'm on a race Pockets overlap and I'm just on a chase
Money on the floor, you might think it's light All these bitches, they playin' on me, alright
How you gonna go talk all that weird shit
Then you just try to play me, you f*ckin' bitch

Then we hop out the cars and wear ARs and sticks And I got me and Mack in this bitch
Look, I'm really just writin' I don't play with pussy
I play with a kitten, these niggas, they thinkin' I'm spittin' my writtens, but I'm just really
Top of my feelings, what's goin' on

I got the diamonds, they came with a gun Purple baguettes, it's all in my face
I got these garments, they came out the case Look it, f*ck it, I feel like the flesh
I got a ball so hard, I might crash Niggas, they hatin' on me, but it's treasure
We got the ARs and we got six-teeth

These niggas won't play with me I got Glocks and she wanna move fair with me
She want blue heart and fakers, but do all that talkin
Just to slide on the beat And I got some drip on me
And I change my clothes like the heat
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These niggas won't play with me I got Glocks and they wanna move fair with me
She want blue heart and fakers but do it like talkin
Just to slide on the beat And I got some drip on me
And I ball like the motherf*ckin' Glit I wanna go chase me at bat but I don't want

Me at bat Bitch, she wanna go stun on me
I got these diamonds, they came out of syncing
This shit like peroxide and chemical dame We got these diamonds, it look like Fiji
These niggas, they talkin' that shit like it be me

Said, why can't I hate on a bitch like Zambini
Nigga, fingers up to that bitch Niggas, they hatin' on me but they tryna
Ruin my image I ain't worryin' bout no bitch and I'm just
Tryna chase me in the bag and I'm chasin' the guap

F*ck it, shoutout my nigga, real guap Chasin' the money, I'm chasin' the cheese
We got the ARs and we got the team We got these diamonds, they came out of syncing
Ha, ha, bitch, I got somethin' for you You wanna talk about that shit, you a fool
My nigga, I'm laughin' just in your face We got these diamonds, it came out the case

Niggas just look at me, I'm on a race Pockets overlap and I'm just on a chase
Money on the floor, you might think it's light All these bitches, they playin' on me, alright
How you gonna go talk all that weird shit
Then you just try to play me, you f*ckin' bitch

Then we hop out the cars and wear ARs and sticks And I got me and Mack in this bitch
Look, I'm really just writin' I don't play with pussy
I play with a kitten, these niggas, they thinkin' I'm spittin' my writtens, but I'm just really
Top of my feelings, what's goin' on

I got the diamonds, they came with a gun Purple baguettes, it's all in my face
I got these garments, they came out the case Look it, f*ck it, I feel like the flesh
I got a ball so hard, I might crash Niggas, they hatin' on me, but it's treasure
We got the ARs and we got six-teeth

These niggas won't play with me I got Glocks and she wanna move fair with me
She want blue heart and fakers, but do all that talkin
Just to slide on the beat And I got some drip on me
And I change my clothes like the heat
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Writer: Emmanuel Johnson
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