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Play Wit Ya

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Play Wit Ya was released on January 25, 2019 by Interscope Records as a part of the album Big Dreez

Song Details

Release DateJanuary 25, 2019

LabelInterscope Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dreezy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Seandrea Sledge

Seandrea Sledge

Songwriter

David Charles Marshall Biral

David Charles Marshall Biral

Songwriter

Denzel Baptiste

Denzel Baptiste

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Take A Daytrip

Producer

Patrik Plummer

Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Kevin Peterson

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Uh, yeah, yeah

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

[Verse 2]

Don't give no fuck off the Henny

Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can't get my number (No)

I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent

I did not come to play with you (At all)

Don't give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

I'm croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can't get my number (No)

I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)

I did not come to play with you (Nah)

[Verse 3]

Indian hair, 40 inches (Long)

Head totoe, it get expensive (Cash)

Cartier lenses for my vision (Barti')

I see you fake **** pretending (Rats)

You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)

Your ho come 'round and get litty (He lit)

President of the bad bitches (Cadet)

They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)

Get fishin' on jail, dripping on cell

Rockin' some shit that I can't even spell

Louis my shell, new money trail

My F for Fendi, your F is for fail

Strapped up like soldier, ay

Pop off your top like Coronas (Pop)

Motor sound like it's a polar

Ice on the choker, my bitch look older

She shakin' ass like she came from the 'Nolia (Shake it, shake it)

He a dog, alley paws (Beat him)

I ain't fightin' at all (No)

I just tear down the mall (Takin' shit)

Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)

Shit on you like a star (Ugh)

We the youngest involved (Young)

That my voice need a haul, eh

[Verse 4]

Don't give no fuck off the Henny

Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can't get my number (No)

I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent

I did not come to play with you (At all)

Don't give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

I'm croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can't get my number (No)

I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)

I did not come to play with you

[Verse 5]

Can't wait for a minute, impatient

Go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching (Ugh)

Vacation, I'm living, got so many Benjamins

They think I'm gettin' it printed (I ain't)

I came with them racks, you dig? (What's up?)

This OG, you smoking on mid (Lil' kid)

Still livin' in your mama crib

You can't even come for the kids

Smoke 'em and dump, Louboutin pump

Bloody walkin', you just bleed once a month (Yeah)

I'm in that Ghost, you can say that whip haunted

I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)

Just spend a light 30

I got enough bread to feed you lil' birdies (Chirp, chirp)

Bought out Diamond District

I'm up in New York, my Milly Rock sturdy

Speakin' all facts (Turnt)

I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)

I used to jugg it off accents (Runnin')

Now, I'm back fully, relax (Ugh)

I'm eatin' spaghetti and catfish

Pull up in that sport back to back (Sktrt)

High as hell, lookin' like cataracts (I'm high)

I'm in the club throwin' that kind of racks (Racks)

[Verse 6]

Don't give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can't get my number (No)

I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent

I did not come to play with you (At all)

Don't give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

I'm croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can't get my number (No)

I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)

I did not come to play with you (Nah)

[Verse 7]

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Written by: David Charles Marshall Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Seandrea Sledge

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