Come play with me by T.Ill and R. Hebz Lyrics
Do re mi fa bitch I got sol
Yeah I don’t half ass nothin gurl, I play my notes whole
Pitch please don’t tell me what to do
I don’t care what choo say
I mean I’ll try and be quiet but piano ain’t my forte
Like a tree or a triad, I come from my roots
And I play em like nike I just duet, two flutes
Don’t wanna brag don’t wanna boast, don’t wanna gloat
But I’ll steal yo A’s B’s C’s D's, bitch I take notes
Uh JS or CPE that baby got Bach
If it ain’t baroque than don’t fix it, can you George F Handel that?
Figured bass all in my face that cadence ain’t deceivin me
Wait for the gin to hear the tonic, best be believin me aaahhhhhwwww
I got my concert dress on
But when I ain’t on stage I wear them jeans aight cummon
Don’t wear em blue, don’t wear em ripped, don’t wear that apple bottom shit, lord
I wear my genes dominant mawfucka like a five chord
[Hook]
I see you there
Y'all stop ta stare
But if you gon' ta stop and see
You might as well uh just come play with me
Now I don’t mean to be a downer but we got a minor problem
I’ll invert cho ass bitch, that’s right count it from the bottom
I'mma be I'mma be, you could thank the peas for that
But choo ain’t heard my parody, I'mma I'mma c flat
Uh I play these crackahs like a guitar
But they ain’t no strings attached
Most these boys are sub par
Half the time they just want me to autograph they tee
So I pick the pen up and sign that shit with a key
Detail atten hut! louder, make it shrill
Set one set two yeah you know the drill
Put 'em to the box yeah show em all wassup
Now do it for the team lezgo BAND HORNS UP (and 1 2 3 4)
Finger it, tongue it, blow it (ew), you know, your trumpet
But when I’m speakin yall hush up, don’t interrupt it
They ain’t no questionin that I’m the muthufuckin best
Don’t worry bout It babe, just go ahead and count your rests
[Hook]
Yeah I don’t half ass nothin gurl, I play my notes whole
Pitch please don’t tell me what to do
I don’t care what choo say
I mean I’ll try and be quiet but piano ain’t my forte
Like a tree or a triad, I come from my roots
And I play em like nike I just duet, two flutes
Don’t wanna brag don’t wanna boast, don’t wanna gloat
But I’ll steal yo A’s B’s C’s D's, bitch I take notes
Uh JS or CPE that baby got Bach
If it ain’t baroque than don’t fix it, can you George F Handel that?
Figured bass all in my face that cadence ain’t deceivin me
Wait for the gin to hear the tonic, best be believin me aaahhhhhwwww
I got my concert dress on
But when I ain’t on stage I wear them jeans aight cummon
Don’t wear em blue, don’t wear em ripped, don’t wear that apple bottom shit, lord
I wear my genes dominant mawfucka like a five chord
[Hook]
I see you there
Y'all stop ta stare
But if you gon' ta stop and see
You might as well uh just come play with me
Now I don’t mean to be a downer but we got a minor problem
I’ll invert cho ass bitch, that’s right count it from the bottom
I'mma be I'mma be, you could thank the peas for that
But choo ain’t heard my parody, I'mma I'mma c flat
Uh I play these crackahs like a guitar
But they ain’t no strings attached
Most these boys are sub par
Half the time they just want me to autograph they tee
So I pick the pen up and sign that shit with a key
Detail atten hut! louder, make it shrill
Set one set two yeah you know the drill
Put 'em to the box yeah show em all wassup
Now do it for the team lezgo BAND HORNS UP (and 1 2 3 4)
Finger it, tongue it, blow it (ew), you know, your trumpet
But when I’m speakin yall hush up, don’t interrupt it
They ain’t no questionin that I’m the muthufuckin best
Don’t worry bout It babe, just go ahead and count your rests
[Hook]