Stop Playin'
Stop playin', I'm the girl of ya' dreams
Got that boy heart, he a motherfuckin' feind
I run that boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean (Get the fuck on)
Recruitin' this hoes, it's a team
Dribble and shoot, he do lay ups for me
Run it and drop that bitch, touchdown for me
Hit that bitch, go and he home run for me
Walk it off wit' him, he follow, no leash (I didn't make you)
He spendin' his money on me
Lettin' him taste, now he weak in his knees (Ha)
Ringin' him out, now who next? Take a seat
Oh, that's that girl, she the truth, she is me
Boy told me 'months without you, I can't breathe'
Wish at eleven-eleven for me (You know it)
Put him on blocklist, he cry in his sleep
I like that boy that be kissin' my feet
If I tell him move, that nigga movin'
Fightin' for me, that nigga get into it
If I tell him to jump, he's gonna do it
Tryn' make him get up, ah
Told him leave me alone, he won't let up, ah
Told me, 'Devi, it's nothing to stretch 'em', ah
'For you, girl, it's nothin' to up it and get 'em,' ah
You girl it's nothin' to up it and get 'em, yah
Stop playin', I'm the girl of ya' dreams
Got that boy heart, he a motherfuckin' feind
I run that boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean
I run the boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean
I run the boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean
Got that boy heart, he a motherfuckin' feind
I run that boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean (Get the fuck on)
Recruitin' this hoes, it's a team
Dribble and shoot, he do lay ups for me
Run it and drop that bitch, touchdown for me
Hit that bitch, go and he home run for me
Walk it off wit' him, he follow, no leash (I didn't make you)
He spendin' his money on me
Lettin' him taste, now he weak in his knees (Ha)
Ringin' him out, now who next? Take a seat
Oh, that's that girl, she the truth, she is me
Boy told me 'months without you, I can't breathe'
Wish at eleven-eleven for me (You know it)
Put him on blocklist, he cry in his sleep
I like that boy that be kissin' my feet
If I tell him move, that nigga movin'
Fightin' for me, that nigga get into it
If I tell him to jump, he's gonna do it
Tryn' make him get up, ah
Told him leave me alone, he won't let up, ah
Told me, 'Devi, it's nothing to stretch 'em', ah
'For you, girl, it's nothin' to up it and get 'em,' ah
You girl it's nothin' to up it and get 'em, yah
Stop playin', I'm the girl of ya' dreams
Got that boy heart, he a motherfuckin' feind
I run that boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean
I run the boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean
I run the boy off, now he sad 'cause I'm mean
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Writer(s): N'dia Jade Smith
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