Play (feat. Monk Gotti)

Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for me
Baby play that guitar
Play for me
Pick, flick and pluck your strings for me
Baby play that guitar

Hey, man I love the way your playing that guitar
The way your plucking string's its tugging at my heart
And we clocked eyes right from the start
But the way your playing with it
I don't want you to stop
Desperado, You know about a real man
Makes your mind blow
And his got a bigger plan
Makes it my show
And he's my biggest fan
He goes, I go,
Pattern, pattern, pattern
Gang
So swarve, can't take my eyes off him
Oh lord, I think he's a cherubim
God, his so amazing
His got me thinking bout the strings like it's my skin
I can't wait to talk to ya
I can't wait to pick at your brains and your thoughts
And I, I can't wait
To see how you do it
To know how you pick strings so sequentially fluent
I can't wait, to get to know ya
I can't wait to get to know that head on ya shoulders
I can't wait, It's now or never
So grab the bull by the horns
And get ready for forever

Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for me
Baby play that guitar
Play for me
Pick, flick and pluck your strings for me
Baby play that guitar

Yo, Yo, She got my back
So she's nice when I splash sauce
She know I got it out the mud
like a trap lord
She told me I smell nice
That's Tom Ford
I told her she looks fly like a concord
I couldn't let her walk by and not talk
Especially when she walked by with that hot walk
That's when she asked me what's the guitar case for
Thats when I told he that the man them are on tour
I could tell by her eyes that she wants more
The eyes don't lye, I know what I saw
How you blushing and you don't even know me
Now we texting and flexing and sending emoji's
We're up all night watching movies on Kodi
Got me feeling like the champ and you must be my trophy
She looks like a Queen and her skin toffee
She's looking for a king and she's screaming Monk Gotti

Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for me
Baby play that guitar
Play for me
Pick, flick and pluck your strings for me
Baby play that guitar

Man I love the way your hands can make that wood work
Got me feeling like a lady, curtsy hold my skirt
I can dance to this rhythm no drumbeat
And I'm going all Spanish can't control my feet
I'm loving it, his so amazing
The way you pluck it, pick it, flick it got me gazing
Day dreaming, you got me in a daze
Got me thinking bout them strings in all types of ways
Spot lights on you, lets be honest
Caught my eye from the very start
Never modest, Gotta be a blessing
Gotta be for real
Gotta be the man of my dreams
Whats the deal

Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for me
Baby play that guitar
Play for me
Pick, flick and pluck your strings for me
Baby play that guitar



Credits
Writer(s): Genika Murray, Peter Rocha
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