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skeme - stop playin lyrics

[hook: skeme]
girl give me that p-ssy stop playin’ with me
stop playin’ with me
girl give me that p-ssy stop playin’ with me
stop playin’ with me

[verse 1: skeme]
right, i’m tryna see you get ratchet with your fine -ss
but it’s still purge first, show your fine -ss
your rolly tic-tac, n-gga where you find that?
boy why you say you had them racks with your lyin’ -ss?
i can see a h-lla hater n-gga helen keller
stackin’ dollars, so i dream all that i could sell it
if she givin’ me that p-ssy then i don’t wanna smell it
magic trick, make it disappear, penn and teller
i take my bae up to the bay, [?]
n-gga with a att-tude, mc ren and yella
my older b-tch good and she call me a goodfella
i might help her get her groove back like i’m f-ckin’ stella
pull up in that new coupe, hollering out whoop
and i’m riding with them shooters n-gga word to the troops
say you getting paper n-gga, we gon’ need some proof
and before i lose my b-tch i lose my mind and my roof

[pre-hook: eric bellinger]
from the window to the wall
the club to the life we ball
our n-ggas ain’t scared, not at all
i tear it up, tear it up
stop playin’ with me

[hook]

[verse 2: skeme]
man her p-ssy like a chopper, it just keep on busting
i might p-ss her to my woadie cause your b-tch 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

[verse 3: the game]
they playin with a n-gga, cuh my name game though
pull that dirty harry out, bullets in your range door
take a cuff n-gga, show the whole hood his rainbow
if we ain’t k!llin’ n-ggas then what the f-ck we came for?
n-ggas 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 n-gga hoes with my hoes
they happy cos 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 d-ck but i’m a ’80s baby though
text my baby mama, why you actin’ crazy though?
throwin’ m&ms, she ain’t even signed to shady though
blood, i ain’t never gettin’ married
cause that sh-t g-y and i ain’t tyler perry
i’m blood

[pre-hook] + [hook]

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