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"Play (clean Version)" was written by Crooms, Michael Antoine / Banner, David.
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Run girl, Im trynna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl, Im trynna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Work them hips
Run girl

Touch on your body like you want some girl
Work it like your boy just bought you a pearl
I wanna see you run in the middle of the dance floor
Your man named Buck, what you think your finger made for
And Ima beat it on up
You get it wet enough, and I might lick it up
Lickey lickey lickey like a peppermint swirl
Work them hips
Run girl
Uh, I wanna see your legs shake
Take you to the crib, we can jump till the bed breaks
Uh, we can jump till your body ache
Think about the type but right now, girl, mastur
(Uh uh) bate for you boy, freak you in the clubs
Stop worrying about them other hoes
Its me in your world
Work them hips
Run girl

Run girl, Im trynna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl, Im trynna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Work them hips
Run girl

Cream on your thong girl, lick it all off
Catch it in your mouth, like your last name Moss
Set a seat for your boy, then you run it on in
I'm feeling real freaky girl, bring your friends
I can make em bounce lik 1, 2, 3,
It ain't nothin' to a pimp, girl, play with the g-spot
Make it hot, gon on, get your girl, Sheryl
Bring your clique
Run girl
And Ima make em all run
Beat it like Mr.Calipark on the drum
I beat it like Mike when he hit Billie Jean
Work it, work it, work it, till you make that body cream
Move it to the right move the finger to the left
Work it all around till you run outta breath
I ain't tripping on ya baby, put some dick in your world
Work them hips
Run girl

Run girl, Im trynna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl, Im trynna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Work them hips
Run girl

Bend it on over, lemme see it from the back
Work your thumb in it girl, I love it like that
Freaky young girls love freaky young men
Baby work it slow lemme see you with your friends
Then you work it out lemme see what you about
You make your boy wanna work it out on the couch
While were still in the club, show your body love
Work them hips
Run girl
Go on and hit the dance floor
Open up wide, lemme show you what's it made for
Uh, like a finger, like a donkey
Lemme see you play, play with your monkey
Damn, cause your ass so chunky
Bring it here, sweaty, cause I love it when it's funky
I'ma put some dick in your world
Work them hips, run girl

Run girl Im trynna get your body wet
Work that lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl Im trynna get your body wet
Work that lemme see you drip sweat
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Work them hips
Run girl

Work them hips
Run girl

Songwriters
Crooms, Michael Antoine / Banner, David

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