DOM KENNEDY, Casey Veggies - Stop Playin lyrics

[DOM KENNEDY, Casey Veggies - Stop Playin lyrics]

How you spectating on the
Sideline tryna belittle him?
Hater niggas know it's my time
Tryna get rid of him
Waiting on a nigga downfall
I swear it's Many Men
I'm the type of youngin' shot call
I ain't no middle man
You can blame me if I fall
I'm 'bout to get it in put me in the game
I ball just off adrenaline
You ain't like me, you be blocking
I help my niggas win
That don't add up, it divide it
I'm counting dividends
Baby girl want me to wife her, I tell her
"It depends" gotta make sure she a rider
Or I ain't feeling it
Gotta make sure she a rider
Gotta be militant
Keep some real ones in your
Cipher or you don't benefit
Give me 'bout three or four minutes
And she gone fall in love
You can call your mama right now
Tell her you met the plug
I done came back way better, baby
I stepped it up
Once they hear that my shit dropping, yeah
I erase your buzz

Somebody tell these niggas stop
Playing with me
Girl, if I go down, are you staying with me?
Counting all this money
Spending bands with me
Got 'em in the crowd, waving hands for me
Made it off the block
I got 'em asking how I did it
Young boy came up from the bottom
Now I'm winning
Baby, it's my time so I gotta go get it
New foreign with some million dollar
Niggas riding in it

I remember sitting on my mama couch
When the area code changed to 323

God don't like ugly, so my shoes
They new again niggas gotta hold shit down
Out here and represent
Had a concert sold out like we was Aerosmith
Have the suite clean by noon
Can't leave no evidence
All these Veuve bottles she swallows
And then take a pic
I was going through a bad time
Don't take offense
If you see me with the top
Down then it's a Yankee brim
That don't mean I'm a Crip
But you know where I live
High as the Vision Theater, yeah
This your relative
Niggas had to hit the parade
With the Emmitt Smith
22 for dummies, I never had to bust him
Now I got coins in my
Room from different countries
Baby girl want me to wife her, I told her
"It depends"
Can't be mad at the bitch, a nigga paper big
Plus I fuck with Young Veggies
Family more than friends
500 years of this shit lord, let us win

Somebody tell these niggas stop
Playing with me
Girl, if I go down, are you staying with me?
Counting all this money
Spending bands with me
Got 'em in the crowd, waving hands for me
Made it off the block
I got 'em asking how I did it
Young boy came up from the bottom
Now I'm winning
Baby, it's my time so I gotta go get it
New foreign with some million dollar
Niggas riding in it

I like that
Million dollar nigga riding in it yeah
Uh yeah
It's some million dollar niggas riding in it
Young Veggies, Dom Kennedy just like that
Yeah

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