Stop Playin ft. Mel Diggs Lyrics

Now you know I ain't about them games

How much am I not about these games

Well let me spit to ya real quick pimpin' alright

Teach ya a lesson real quick

Mmm

Ok

We can do this all day

Tryna holla but you wanna make me take the long way

Got your girls up on the interception like Deandre

Block a shot but baby this ain't finna be a ball game

Don't take this the wrong way

Tryna blow that pussy up like Pompei

Set it off like lanterns in Hanabi

Don't you get me started

Tryna turn yo' body to my hobby

And the way you cracking' smiles I know you've thought about the option

We past the second half so come on tell me where we layin'

I ain't here to do no overtime

Stop playin'

I ain't no referee

Quit it with these God-dang tricks on me

Stop playin'

Buzzer beater half court three

You don't got a chance against this lock-down D

Stop playin

Blow the whistle lose yo' team

But I like them heels so don't you lose those cleats

Stop playin'

Came to give the champ trophy

You don't need a mantel fit it in yo' jeans

Business on yo' landline

Exes on yo' cell

No time for a good time

What you just want I can't tell

Something I don't usually think about

But I keep on thinking' bout what you thinking' bout

Where yo' mind is

Who you share it with

Or your baggage

Who helps carry it

You call this friendship

Well this is barely it

A relationship

Well this barely fits

But it's imperative to you to carry it

It's all a game to you and you don't care to quit

Like a seven-ten you couldn't spare a split

I'm aware of it

It isn't fair is it

Tell me when the ref's steppin' in

You got me pinned down like it's wrestling

I can't tap out

But one day you gon' have to cut this crap out

And I'll get back to tryna blow that back out

Stop playin'

I ain't no referee

Quit it with these God-dang tricks on me

Stop playin'

Buzzer beater half court three

You don't got a chance against this lock-down D

Stop playin

Blow the whistle lose yo' team

But I like them heels so don't you lose those cleats

Stop playin'

Came to give the champ trophy

You don't need a mantel fit it in yo' jeans

Stop playin'

I ain't no referee

Quit it with these God-dang tricks on me

Stop playin'

Buzzer beater half court three

You don't got a chance against this lock-down D

Stop playin

Blow the whistle lose yo' team

But I like them heels so don't you lose those cleats

Stop playin'

Came to give the champ trophy

You don't need a mantel fit it in yo' jeans

Oh that's the last one

That's the last one

Yeah hoo

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