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Play on MY TOP Video (MV)




Performed By: Ooospookey
Length: 2:58
Written by: Carlin Coleman
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Ooospookey - Play on MY TOP Lyrics




(Yea)
C-Lo (We in this b****)
N this b****)
(We in this b****)
Yea (What up) (What up)
(B**** I said what up) Look here

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come bust up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c***(No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Lil' b**** I know yo' block
Come spin a bin up on yo' friends
If I don't see you out

Gon' whip you like I do the coke
Until I know it's dropped

Won't no'one know but me
And God and God ain't got
A mouth

I hits them licks, so you gon'
See me 'round

So, when you do what you gon'
Fade or put them clippas' down

I'm bussin' babies on yo' BM
While yo' baby 'round

You know I'm wit' that
So, I had to walk that down the aisle

Mane, what that mean
It mean we married now

Gangsta 'til I'm in the ground
I'm pullin' up and whippin' down
Wit' a 9 pound

Man, you can call this shit a date
'Cause imma take you out

You wit' that fan
Then, we can air it out

You goin' in
You ain't gon' make it out, yea

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Ight
I'm smokin' herbs
'Bout to swerve on a n**** curve

I got the fo' five cocked
'Case I wanna purge

It's f*** a n****, go get 'em
Split 'em, rip 'em, then bury

The body somewhere nobody
Won't even think of searchin'

Don't like I'm clean
So, you want do me dirty

But, b**** I'm lurkin
And this s*** for certain

That if you act up
Imma close yo' curtains

Lil' b****, you know I do this
S*** on purpose

H**, you just hate me
'Cause I'm never hurtin'

But, see that h** s***
Gonna get you murdered

Nothin' but pressure
With this heckler
God gon' meet you early

And tell him that I sent you
'Cause it's a promise
I ain't tryna miss ya'

I keep a rod
N****, I'm a fisher
So, my reel game official

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
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(Yea)
C-Lo (We in this b****)
N this b****)
(We in this b****)
Yea (What up) (What up)
(B**** I said what up) Look here

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come bust up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c***(No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Lil' b**** I know yo' block
Come spin a bin up on yo' friends
If I don't see you out

Gon' whip you like I do the coke
Until I know it's dropped

Won't no'one know but me
And God and God ain't got
A mouth

I hits them licks, so you gon'
See me 'round

So, when you do what you gon'
Fade or put them clippas' down

I'm bussin' babies on yo' BM
While yo' baby 'round

You know I'm wit' that
So, I had to walk that down the aisle

Mane, what that mean
It mean we married now

Gangsta 'til I'm in the ground
I'm pullin' up and whippin' down
Wit' a 9 pound

Man, you can call this shit a date
'Cause imma take you out

You wit' that fan
Then, we can air it out

You goin' in
You ain't gon' make it out, yea

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Ight
I'm smokin' herbs
'Bout to swerve on a n**** curve

I got the fo' five cocked
'Case I wanna purge

It's f*** a n****, go get 'em
Split 'em, rip 'em, then bury

The body somewhere nobody
Won't even think of searchin'

Don't like I'm clean
So, you want do me dirty

But, b**** I'm lurkin
And this s*** for certain

That if you act up
Imma close yo' curtains

Lil' b****, you know I do this
S*** on purpose

H**, you just hate me
'Cause I'm never hurtin'

But, see that h** s***
Gonna get you murdered

Nothin' but pressure
With this heckler
God gon' meet you early

And tell him that I sent you
'Cause it's a promise
I ain't tryna miss ya'

I keep a rod
N****, I'm a fisher
So, my reel game official

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)

Play up on my top
Bet a body drop (No)

Come buss up on yo' block
And f*** you wit' this c*** (No)

Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
Don't play up on my top (Yea)
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Writer: Carlin Coleman
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