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Chicken P - Stop Playin Wit Me (Official Visualizer)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicken P
Chicken P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahkeib Smith
Rahkeib Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
Stop playin' with me
I ain't playin'
I ain't playin'
I'm not playin'
Hmm, ayy
[Verse 1]
Stop playin' with me, I ain't playin'
Two hundred thousand in my mattress, that's just how I'm layin'
Two hundred thousand in my closet, I'm tryna see what I'm wearin' today
Yeah, don't come around me playin', boy, it's cool, just be prepared for that
Got fifty on the plane, my boy, I'm tryna see where they landin' at
My shoes, I spent a band for these
I drive the whip too fast, might blow the trans', I need some antifreeze
Told baby, "Eat this dick up, I wan' see if you got mega knees"
You better use your head, you get to playin', my boy, your head gon' bleed
Hmm, they just wired me one-fifty, hmm
Withdrew it and went to my jeweler, mama said I'm trippin'
These **** broke, don't bring 'em 'round me, the chop might get the cooties
You went and bought that bitch a bag, I bought my bitches booties
I got more chicken than a Hooters, huh (Little-ass ****, huh)
I'm a hooligan
Dior, I got on Christian, ****, not no Christian Louboutin
You ain't got no fuckin' money, fuck you think you foolin', bitch?
Hmm, all this 'bows and books around this bitch, I might just school a bitch
My ****, quit it with the foolery
Uh, uh, uh, all this dog shit, look like I just got done usin' it
Hmm, blender 'bout dirty than a bitch, I just got done usin' it
Keep your eyes on your bitch 'fore you end up losin' her
That boy in jail, bro hittin' his bitch, I know he in there losin' it, huh
Ayy, stop playin' with me, ****, fuck wrong with you ****?
I don't play no motherfuckin' games, ****, I ain't no motherfuckin' kid, ****
I don't do this shit for fun, dumb-ass ****
Fours up, ****, fours down, forever lit, ****, I'ma be lit forever
[Verse 2]
Lil' boy, I'm gon' be rich forever
Your bitch head weak, she could've kept it
This drank got me oversleppin'
Oops, I mean oversleepin'
In an SRT, we creepin'
Send that boy to see the reaper
Boy, these phones slammin' like Bautista
Bitch, I'm in the bank right now, lil' baby, sorry you couldn't reach me
Bitch, I'm on the drank right now, she say I'm quick, then she gon' leave me
Oh, well, I told the bitch to go, see all this shit I risked it for (Rrt)
I damn near hit a pole, I'm doin' a dollar in the Ghost (Stop playin' with me)
So many **** owe me
I don't know what I got on me, my pockets bulgin'
If you don't want me to press that boy about it, you shouldn't've came and told me (Pussy)
I'm finna block this bitch, she keep on sendin' emojis
Huh, I'm off two Addys bustin' hard, I need my drank a lil' colder
I met the plug at Culver's, but I ain't come for no burgers
Bitch, I bought a chicken and bust it down, I swear the profit worth it
Hmm, ain't worried 'bout one **** in this bitch, I'm strapped up like a girdle
Hmm, my wrist full of water, look like I'm tryna catch a turtle
Look like I'm tryna catch a fish, like I just got done washin' dishes
Remember I ain't have a pot to piss in, all this grind, it got me richer
I got a milli' on my mind, but I'm not talkin' 'bout the Richard
Bad bitches, BBLs, they on the stage, we takin' pictures (Huh)
[Outro]
My ****, stop playin' with me
Written by: Rahkeib Smith
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