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GloRilla - STOP PLAYING Lyrics

GloRilla

American rapper

STOP PLAYING Lyrics by GloRilla

Uh, lit-ass bitch, she poppin’ (Yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (Aye)
Rockin’ all black, she gothic (Mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (Let’s go)
They pickin’, she the top pick (Uh)
She trendin’, she the topic
She pressure, exotic
They want it, she got it

She glowin’, they mad
She showin’ her ass (What?)
No comp’, they scared
No smoke, they passed (Why?)
Aye, stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don’t post ’em (Nah)
Her problems, she smoke ’em
They slept, she woke ’em (Get ’em)
She did it, she showed ’em (Let’s go)
Aye, stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)

Worst of the worst, I done been through it
A hunnid racks and I peel through it
Shout out to God ’cause He will do it
It’s love in my hood when I spin through it
I don’t like openin’ up about my pain, so I let the pen do it
Buy another pair of Balenciaga’s, that’s just how a bitch heel through it
They left me when they thought that I lost it
Booked and busy, I’m gettin’ offers
Handle business, bitch, I’ma office
They tired of me, wanna see ’em exhausted
Every time that I’m on the stage or doin’ an interview for the radio
I do it for the girls thought they couldn’t do it, I’m doin’ this for all the baby Glo’s

Bitches hate on me but they buggin’
They mad I was what they wasn’t
Ninja turtle, I’m from them guttas
Real bitches relate, we cousins
If you mad at me, get over it
‘Cause you damn sure can’t get around me
I’m in Malibu, I’m on South Beach
I used to be on the couch sleep
Fuck whatchu heard about me
I’m a bad bitch with a mouth piece
In the grocery store with my drip on
Tell ’em, “Clean up on aisle 3”
My new hood like Maldives
I’m around water, around trees
I’m a big stepper, these clown feet
Look down on the hoes that doubted me, on gang

She glowin’, they mad
She showin’ her ass (What?)
No comp’, they scared
No smoke, they passed (Why?)
Aye, stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don’t post ’em (Nah)
Her problems, she smoke ’em
They slept, she woke ’em (Get ’em)
She did it, she showed ’em (Let’s go)
Aye, stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)

My ex, he cheated
Didn’t cry, I cheated
His opp, let him eat it
Big Glo undefeated
I’m ratchet, conceited
This water, I’m Fiji
I’m starvin’, come feed me
Come spoil me, hit Neiman’s
My feelings, I buried it
This hate, I inherited
My word of advice
Stop fightin’ over dick when you sharin’ it (Dummy)
Aye, stop playin’ with that girl (Stop playin’ with that girl)
Now stop playin’ with yo’ self (Stop playin’ with yo’ self)
Two people can’t play that game (The fuck?)
And nigga, that’s why I left, on gang (Uh)

Lit-ass bitch, she poppin’ (Yeah)
Light-skin bitch, she toxic (Aye)
Rockin’ all black, she gothic (Mm)
Whatever she want, she got it (Let’s go)

She glowin’, they mad
She showin’ her ass (What?)
She in her bag
They hatin’, too bad
Aye, stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Uh, these niggas, don’t post ’em (Nah)
Her problems, she smoke ’em
They slept, she woke ’em (Get ’em)
She did it, she showed ’em (Let’s go)
Aye, stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)
Said stop playin’ with that girl (With that girl)

GloRilla

American rapper

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