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"Play (Remix)" was written by Michael Antoine Crooms, Lavell W Crump.
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Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat

Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit 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 ain't buck, what you think your finger made for?
And I'ma beat it on up
You get it *** 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 til' the bed break
Uh, we can jump til' your body ache
Think about the type right now, girl, mastur
(Uh uh)
Bate for your boy though, freaky you in the clubs
Stop worrying about them other ohs
It's me in your world
Work them hips
Run girl

Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat

Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Work them hips
Run girl

Cream on your thong girl, and l*** it all off
Catch it in your mou**, like your last name Moss
Set a pick for your boy, then you run it on in
I'm feeling real freaky girl, bring your friends
I can make 'em bounce like 1, 2, 3
It ain't nothin' to a pimp, girl, play with the G-spot
Make it hot, go on, get your girl, Sheryl
Bring your clique
Run girl

Uh, and I'ma 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, til' you make that body cream
Move it to the right, move your finger to the left
Work it all around til' you run outta breath
I ain't trippin' on ya baby, put some ***k in your world
Work them hips
Run girl

Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat

Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Work them hips
Run girl

Bend it on over, lemme see it from the back
Work your ***** 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 you out on the couch
While we're 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, freaky play with your mo, with yo mo****
Damn, 'cause your *** so chunky
Bring it here, sweaty, 'cause I love it when it's funky
I'ma put some ***k in your world
Work them hips
Run girl

Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Run girl, I'm tryna get your body wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat

Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Don't play wit me
Work them hips
Run girl

Work them hips
Run girl

Songwriters
MICHAEL ANTOINE CROOMS, LAVELL W CRUMP

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