Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Released: September 14, 2018
Fresh (feat. Chris Brown) – Stop Playing Lyrics
Out of nowhere she keep sendin’ me notices my phone blowin’ up
I’m comin through when I get out the you know what’s up
Can’t stop staring
Your Body calling me i’m dispearing
I’ma mess around turn you into a parent
I’m comin through when I get out the you know what’s up
Can’t stop staring
Your Body calling me i’m dispearing
I’ma mess around turn you into a parent
If you don’t stop playing with a nigga
Girl stop playing with a nigga
I know you thinkin ’bout me why layin’ with you nigga
I see you been having patrons i’ma best description
Got you remnisen ’bout the sex postion
She say you been up in sheets why you such a beast
Tell her practise makes perfect baby reptution
Like you when you face down
But tontight i want you on your back
We be having rich sex either rollie smash, yeah
These dollar signs in my zodiac
I know you heard up in a round [?] But they just tryna kill the vibe don’t let it
Hangin’ like [?] don’t get it (truth be told)
They don’t know I already got it
Working like it’s overtime
As long as they don’t stop the music
I guarantee we both be fine
Forget what ever was on your mind
Live like it’s no rewind
Yeah baby where you see
I can be everything you need
If you just stop playing with a nigga
Girl stop playing with a nigga
I know you thinkin’ ’bout me why you layin’ with your nigga, yeah
Baby girl stop playing with a nigga
Girl stop playin with a nigga
I’ma have you thinkin’ about me why you layin’ with your nigga
Why you layin’, why you layin’, oh ha
Ain’t got lotta
Lambroghini keys to the city
If I’ma eat the ass
I’ma lick the titties
We gon’ get freaky
She gon’ bring her friends
Eat that pussy that gon’ give it to me
All the niggas spendin’ money for the sensation
They be bluffin’ they be roughin’ from the temptation
Fuck the haters and your pears be [?] Let me lick up your ear turn you on baby
Girl you like liquor in wine
Lick your private then look in your eyes
Baby we got lotta time
On your back, on the floor, bottomline, foreplay
Cause i’ma go get her
These numbers in my phone I might just forget ’em
I know these hoes nosey
But don’t tell your business
If you don’t act like you innocent
Cause you a bad bitch, and i’ma savage
Pussy wet that’s automatic
Bang bang like trigger
I got all the figures that you need
If you just stop playin with a nigga
Girl stop playing with a nigga
I know you thinkin’ ’bout me why you layin’ with your nigga
Baby girl stop playing with a nigga
Girl stop playin with a nigga
I’ma have you thinkin about me why you layin’ with your nigga
Why you layin’, why you layin’, oh ha
I’m comin’ through when I get out the [?] you know what’s up
Girl stop playing with a nigga
I know you thinkin ’bout me why layin’ with you nigga
I see you been having patrons i’ma best description
Got you remnisen ’bout the sex postion
She say you been up in sheets why you such a beast
Tell her practise makes perfect baby reptution
Like you when you face down
But tontight i want you on your back
We be having rich sex either rollie smash, yeah
These dollar signs in my zodiac
I know you heard up in a round [?] But they just tryna kill the vibe don’t let it
Hangin’ like [?] don’t get it (truth be told)
They don’t know I already got it
Working like it’s overtime
As long as they don’t stop the music
I guarantee we both be fine
Forget what ever was on your mind
Live like it’s no rewind
Yeah baby where you see
I can be everything you need
If you just stop playing with a nigga
Girl stop playing with a nigga
I know you thinkin’ ’bout me why you layin’ with your nigga, yeah
Baby girl stop playing with a nigga
Girl stop playin with a nigga
I’ma have you thinkin’ about me why you layin’ with your nigga
Why you layin’, why you layin’, oh ha
Ain’t got lotta
Lambroghini keys to the city
If I’ma eat the ass
I’ma lick the titties
We gon’ get freaky
She gon’ bring her friends
Eat that pussy that gon’ give it to me
All the niggas spendin’ money for the sensation
They be bluffin’ they be roughin’ from the temptation
Fuck the haters and your pears be [?] Let me lick up your ear turn you on baby
Girl you like liquor in wine
Lick your private then look in your eyes
Baby we got lotta time
On your back, on the floor, bottomline, foreplay
Cause i’ma go get her
These numbers in my phone I might just forget ’em
I know these hoes nosey
But don’t tell your business
If you don’t act like you innocent
Cause you a bad bitch, and i’ma savage
Pussy wet that’s automatic
Bang bang like trigger
I got all the figures that you need
If you just stop playin with a nigga
Girl stop playing with a nigga
I know you thinkin’ ’bout me why you layin’ with your nigga
Baby girl stop playing with a nigga
Girl stop playin with a nigga
I’ma have you thinkin about me why you layin’ with your nigga
Why you layin’, why you layin’, oh ha
I’m comin’ through when I get out the [?] you know what’s up
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