Play Wit It

Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me
Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me

Play with it, might get it
You dont wanna mess with me
Play with it, might get it
You dont wanna mess with me

I had to take a walk back down to Murray Lane
And let ya know I still got game
Turn up the heat a little
And watch your brain sizzle
And bring about a change

If you ain't ready for this grease I'm slingin
Then get your ass up out that frying pan
Cause it ain't nothin but the hits I'm bringin
I'm Angie Stone and I'm here to stand

Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me
Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me

Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me
Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me

I got a chip on my shoulder
Ain't too heavy to hold ya
But don't ever hold me back
It unleashes my animal instinct
And everything in my way
Will get attacked (Get attacked)
Now ya know all I got is love for y'all
All my sisters and all my brothers
I'm aggressive when it's time to get the message
To the ones who fell asleep

Play with it, might get it
You don' wanna mess with me
Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me

Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me
Play with it, migh get it
You don't wanna mess with me

If you ain't ready for this grease I'm slinging
Then get your ass up out that frying pan
'Cause it ain't nothin but the hits I'm bringing
I'm Angie Stone and I'm here to stand

Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me
Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me

Play with it, might get it
You don't wanna mess with me

You don't wanna, hey
You don't wanna, hey
You don't wanna, hey
You don't wanna, hey
You don't wanna, hey
You don't wanna, hey
You don't wanna, hey
You don't wanna play with it
You don't wanna mess with me, no



Credits
Writer(s): Angie Stone, Christopher Kyle Hutchinson, Victor M. Flores
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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