31 lyrics for "We don't play that"

She don't dance but she dance for me She ain't even tryna get these bands from me Rollie shining, that means it's bands to get Shawty play your position, we gon' dance together Thumbin' through the bands and you dancin' I be flipping yams but I'm
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But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic
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Twisted Sister... Come out and play... Don't be afraid Oh, welcome to our show Oh, welcome to our life Now won't you come out and play Are you afraid Of things that go bump in the night? Behind closet doors
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Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she
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One on one I want to play that game tonight One on one I know I want to play that One on one so slow I`m tired of playing on the team It seems I don`t get time out anymore What a change if we set the pace face to face No one even trying to score Oh oh I
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The time that you danced with me With no music playing And I don't mind I remember when we kissed I remember til I cry But the one thing I wish I'd forget The memory I wanna forget I can honestly say you've been on my mind Since I woke up today, up today
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You're just a dead giveaway. (Even though you try) (Baby we know why). How long you gonna carry on This one on one charade Let's don't and then say we did That's the game you like to play. We've been through this so many times The end results always the
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What up, Blood? (What?) We don't play that What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, gangsta? We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!) We can get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! bo! bo!) It's going down (Bo!) 'Cause I'm
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A-won't ya say yes? Don't ya say no Make me feel good, Kiddio I wrote you a six-page letter But you started talkin' 'bout the weather Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong? I can't stand this playin' 'round Help me up; don't let me down If you love me, let
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