Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop Playin , by - Eric Bellinger. Release date: 26.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stop Playin |
| Girl give me that pussy stop playin' with me |
| Stop playin' with me |
| Girl give me that pussy stop playin' with me |
| Stop playin' with me |
| Right, I’m tryna see you get ratchet with your fine ass |
| But it’s still purge first, show your fine ass |
| Your Rolley tic-tac, nigga where you find that? |
| Boy why you say you had them racks with your lyin' ass? |
| I can see a hella hater nigga Helen Keller |
| Stackin' dollars, so I dream all that I could sell it |
| If she givin' me that pussy then I don’t wanna smell it |
| Magic trick, make it disappear, Penn &Teller |
| I take my bae up to the bay, |
| Nigga with a attitude, MC Red and Yellow |
| My older bitch good and she call me a Goodfella |
| I might help her get her groove back like I’m fuckin' Stella |
| Pull up in that new coupe, hollering out whoop |
| And I’m riding with them shooters nigga word to the troops |
| Say you getting paper nigga, we gon' need some proof |
| And before I lose my bitch I lose my mind and my roof |
| From the window to the wall |
| The club to the life we ball |
| Our niggas ain’t scared, not at all |
| I tear it up, tear it up |
| Stop playin' with me |
| Man her pussy like a chopper, it just keep on busting |
| I might pass her to my cause a bitch ain’t nothing |
| A broke bob and a dumb bob, one in a same |
| Got some good head on her, she ahead of the game |
| They playin with a nigga, cuh my name Game though |
| Pull that dirty harry out, bullets in your Range door |
| Take a cuff nigga, show the whole hood his rainbow |
| If we ain’t killin' niggas then what the fuck we came for? |
| Niggas they ain’t say, chuck me on these hoes though |
| So I looked at my enemy table and I chose four |
| Now I got that nigga hoes with my hoes |
| They, they ain’t gottta ride home in that Tahoe |
| 10 minutes ago she was your wife, now she my ho |
| Keep the kids, can’t fit 'em inside that Murcielago |
| Play 'em just the ladies ho, you know she close that 'cedes door |
| Give her '97 dick but I’m an '80s baby though |
| Text my baby mama, why you actin' crazy though? |
| Throwin' m&m's, she ain’t even signed to Shady though |
| Blood, I ain’t never gettin' married |
| Cause that shit gay and I ain’t Tyler Perry |
| I’m blood |