"Candy Shop / Don't Play With It (Mixed)" lyrics

[50 Cent (Lola Brooke)]
Yeah, (Uh-uh-uh-uh), uh-huh {DJ Hunny Bee}
So seductive
[Lola Brooke:]
You want it?
Uh
Yeah

Don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it (Uh)
Come on, baby, don't play with it (Don't play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it, spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I'm okay with it (Uh-huh)

I-I-I just want a roughneck nigga on the tongue (Big Gator)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I'm finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain't givin' out no 'nani to no nigga just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runner man, I don't know no other man (Run it up, run it up)
You fuck like a hundred niggas just for hundred bands (What?)
I don't even got me hundred bands (Shit)
I'm still gon' me a hundred Ms with a hundred plans
Gimme beso (Mwah), extendo (Grrah)
I carry bitches like I'm preggo (Pop-pop, pop-pop)
Peter roll a nigga, call him Pedro (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka nigga, should've knew it from the get-go (Uh, yeah)

Don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it
Come on, baby, don't play with it (Don't play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it, spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I'm okay with it (Uh-huh)
When it come to me, they don't-

[50 Cent:]
You could have it your way, how do you want it?
You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it?
Temperature risin', okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby, it's simple
If you be a nympho, I be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I got you
Wanna show me you could work it, baby? No problem
Get on top, then get to bounce around like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick
I'm tryin' to explain, baby, the best way I can
I'll melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hand, ha-ha

[50 Cent (Ski Mask the Slump God):]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop (Uh, hm)
Go 'head, girl, don't you stop (Yeah, ha)
Keep goin' until you hit the spot, woah (Me's a-)