C-Money - Play That lyrics
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Feat. Iamsu
That’s how we rap
That’s how we rap
That’s how we rap
That’s how we rap
That’s how we rap
That’s how we rap
That’s how we rap
That’s how we rap
From the window to the wall
Met her at the club and I took her to my house
Yeah I got a number I won’t go
Play this song while Shorty take it all
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Yeah I’m ready
Ready as I’m gonna be
She started dancing
She did it right in front of me
And if she got a man
I bet you he don’t wanna see
She in love with me along with a hundred freaks
They know how I rock
Make it pop
And another thing
Baby you’re the baddest
I just wanna have it
I only like some fabric
Let me beat it up
Cause when we’re n the club
You see how I’m swaggin’
You see how I’m swaggin’
Had these hoes talkin’
Heard that I’m balling
That’s what these hoes talkin’
But I just wanna fall in the club until morning
Keep the drinks coming ,yup like an alcoholic
But I just wanna fall in the club until morning
Cause I got your number
And I’m calling
From the window to the wall
Met her at the club and I took her to my house
Yeah I got a number I won’t call
Play this song while Shorty take it all
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I ain’t waiting at line
I’m heading to the front door
If you ain’t buying the bottles
Then what you came for?
But if she lookin’
I won’t tell her let’s go
Now she freakin’
Got me on the wall
Bad bitch ass big, no flaws
Go the club packed,
Bitch go hard
So drunk can’t find my car
Let me do my thing
And you know the name
Bill Frank Jackson
Let them hoes talk
Heard that I’m ballin’
So let them hoes talk
But I just wanna fall in the club until morning
Keep the drinks coming ,yup like an alcoholic
But I just wanna fall in the club until morning
Cause I got your number
And I’m calling
From the window to the wall
Met her at the club and I took her to my house
Yeah I got a number I won’t call
Play this song while Shorty take it all
Play that shit
Play that shit
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Nigga loves Hoodie man
Hotter than a hot pan
Had my whole gang with me
So she brought friends
We ballin’
We callin’
Move it
But I’m not you howling
Make that ass bounce like she’s from New Orleans
Getting straight to the cut
No starling
She can get it like she ordered it
Her man blowing up the phone
But she ignoring it
Giving you the business
But that means she will kill herself
Suzy makes a suicide
Banging like the base in my trunk
From the window to the wall
Met her at the club and I took her to my house
Yeah I got a number I won’t call
Play this song while Shorty take it all
Play that shit
Play that shit
Play that shit
Play that shit
