Song Info: I Just Wanna Rough Neck Nigga on the Tongue Song name is Don’t Play With It sung by Lola Brooke.
I Just Wanna Rough Neck Nigga on the Tongue Lyrics
[Intro: Lola Brooke]
(Violation)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Dizz, you violated)
(Grrr, baow)
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Don’t play with it
Mwah, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Lola Brooke]
I just want a roughneck nigga on the tongue (Big Gator)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I’m finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain’t givin’ out no ‘nani to no nigga just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runner man, I don’t know no other man (Run it up, run it up)
You fuck like a hundred niggas just for hundred bands (What?)
I don’t even got me hundred bands (Shit)
I’m still gon’ me a hundred Ms with a hundred plans
Gimme beso (Mwah), extendo (Grrah)
I carry bitches like I’m preggo (Pop-pop, pop-pop)
Peter roll a nigga, call him Pedro (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka nigga, should’ve knew it from the get-go (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus: Lola Brooke & Billy B]
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Yeah)
(It’s Billy) Whеn it comes to me they don’t play with it
[Verse 2: Billy B & Lola Brooke]
Glitzy on mе, yeah, that’s somethin’ that I stay with (Somethin’ that stay wit’)
Them Brooklyn bitches, they ain’t really nothin’ to play with
Bitches steady chattin’, when I run down, she ain’t say shit
My hitters gon’ bang quick
Fuck around and it get dangerous
Bitches actin’ like a bimbos, stomp a bitch in my timbos
Hoes know I ain’t playin’ games, no Xbox, Nintendo (Nah)
Real bitch, no false shit, I stand on it, that’s ten toes (Toes)
Pulled up in a big body with the dark tints on the windows
He said, “She so sweet,” make him wanna lick the wrapper
Let him taste the pussy, then I kick him out right after (Bye)
Got these niggas vexed, ’cause I curve them when I want
Get his wig pushed back, if the nigga tries to front like (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus: Lola Brooke]
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Uh-huh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Mwah)