Stop Playin’

Lyrics
[Bridge] These rap niggas giving me The coldest shoulder Cuz when I reach niggas know it's over Stop playin' (Chris Rose gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom!) [Hook] Sick of tellin niggas stop playin Til that same nigga sprayin And show he sick and not sane Heal your Holy Spirit Send him to the gates Slow sizzle when he lit up like sage (Wait) I just been enjoying life's perks Smokin' flowers from the earth Fuck a flower from a lame (stop playin') She a dime, turn her to a Dyme's fan Why you hate me like this isn't God's plan? [Verse 1] Hеre, right now This ain't back then This is life now Rеally niggas couldn't see in the past tense In this rap shit It's a lifestyle Jamaican nigga wanna ask what's the cash app Cuz that ass fat With a nice smile Way she shake it make me wanna throw a big bag With my eyes low And the lights down Pussy sweet I only eat it if it's- [Verse 2] Ha (Dyme-A) A nigga number never changed Been the same since the 7th grade If you feel a way about a line, you should call and say it I'm just sayin' Through with super-seniors Call her in Our juniors and I'm seeing they soft the more I play 'em (doot, doot) Spray 'em I didn't like games, never played 'em You a fan and your fantasies explicit then explain them (girl?) Better keep the treesh on the leash Baby I'm a freak not a creep Top 5 and the leaks in my leaf If he said he drop dimes then he speak to police (Stop playin') These Kanans I raised became queens My powers reignin supreme These mcs ain't unique Nigga need another Oscar for that actin, bruh This season over, why you in my comments stealin' character? Fuck the sites clown It's on sight now You been an excellent pretender since the past tense You an actress This your lifestyle Shorty make me wanna ask what's your cash app Cuz that ass fat With a nice smile Way she shake it make me wanna throw a big bag And the eyes low And the lights down Pussy sweet I only eat it if it's Ital Sniper vision, got your BM in my sights now Feel like Kodak all the Z's up in the Heights now Seen the heater, turn a demon to a dyke now You been fiendin for a treesh and you gyal clown I ain't trickin but you treat her like your girl, wow I inspired all these niggas Now I'm bodying these niggas For my borough finna dominate the world now Been that nigga it's just time to take the- [Bridge 2] These rap niggas giving me The coldest shoulder (Stop fuckin playin with me nigga!) Cuz when I reach niggas know it's over I'm telling Nique I want all the corners, ha (Sheesh) Lil niggas signed a deal at 19 way before corona They all but my sons and soldiers I want the breesh you can hold the roses [Hook 2] Sick of tellin niggas stop playin Til that same nigga sprayin And show he sick and not sane Make your comments to my face Not a page Slow sizzle when he lit up like sage (Wait) I just been enjoying life's perks Smokin' flowers from the earth Fuck a flower from a lame (stop playin') She a dime, turn her to a Dyme's fan Porsche 9/11 this is God's plan hittin' [Outro] Right now Sheesh Dyme-A
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- Dyme-A-Duzin