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Stop Playing
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Stop Playing è stato pubblicato il 13 agosto 2026 da Jimmy Codean come parte dell'album 757
Album757
Released13 agosto 2026
EtichettaJimmy Codean
LinguaEnglish
BPM97
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

What? Stop playing. Ain't no money being made cause nobody bagging up. What? That's some
Old shit.
Enough.
I started hustling for scratch, putting money up. Really, Tico taught me that. I had a couple beauty
Runs, I ain't going back.
Double ups at 15, had a **** buying packs. When, Ms. Jones told my mama I was serving her son.
She tried to ground me, had two guns stashed she didn't hound me.
Remember coming off the bus and **** tried to clown me. Had a whole QP in the bag, but
Keep on running round me. That's when the weed came from Arizona.
Orange peels in the bag to make it seem like it was California. I'm drinking Henny on the rocks,
But I'm underage. 16 in middle school because I failed a couple grades.
What? Stop playing. Lessons taught me if you got a bad bitch, never bring her through. I was
Picking up some work from Miami, stopped in Atlanta.
She Called my phone and said the OG tried to hit her too. Yakima called me cause my **** got
Shot. That was the second call.
First one already had me feeling blue. A different city, I don't know what to do. The first caller kept
It real and said she fucked him for a pair of shoes.
And I ain't smash, so I'm out of my zone. Dog from the second call, took the numbers out of my
Phone. You're supposed to be my mans.
How you give these **** the upper hand? Thinking that you down with these ****, they don't
Love you fam. Jermaine Lindsey gave us sneakers out the trunk. Guess he saw us as young
**** that's trying to make it jump.
That's why I took the plug and ran, I could never be a chump. 500 grand house, I could never be
A monk. ****, ****, what? Stop playing.
All this playing that you doing, it might get you shot. I made a pilot on the floor cause I ain't have a
Cot. De went to jail without permission, I start running his spot.
So Smitty gave me a key and showed me all of the pots. I fucked them hoes on the couch and�sent them back to the block. Across the street from ODU, she gave an immaculate top.
I let Smitty dish the work cause I ain't like all the knocks. ****, yeah, what. I'm thinking clever
Now.
Jeffrey Schwartz got me out of jail, I'm doing better now. I bought myself a Benz and I tried to
Settle down. Baby mama fucked me up, but my daughters couldn't let him down.
I'm smacking feelings everywhere so I can tell her now. My sister told her that I cheated on her
With another hound. This Filipino chick Joy from another town.
I met her through the staffing agency where I was working now. Yeah, stop playing. If I go across
The bridge underwater, am I still in hell? Ain't this what Bubba chuck from? I got another bell.
Palm that bitch like a basketball, and make another sale. 4, 28’s sold, here's another 12. Tim had
Producers in the city, but they all shelved.
Do a lot of crabbing, but we ain't no soft shell. Made it off the block with a Guyanese cartel. Solo
Taught me how to drive, what's the car smell? To this day, I still stash money in the car still.
I hate driving underwater when the car filled. Literally, I drove underwater with a car filled. My
Mama saw her daddy murdered at the age of nine.
Where I'm from, we working hard just to stay alive. Project babies, they ain't never had shit.
Youngen got it rough, and he know it.
He ain't even five. What? Yeah, stop playing. 2010, South Beach, me and G eating Cuban
Chicken.
Drove a two-seater Ferrari. This the new edition. Hoes from the city call my phone.
They like, who you missing? I'm like, nobody, baby girl. I got a new extension. I ain't coming back
Unless you find a bitch to do the dishes.
The grades in my book bag got me many switches. I took the trauma, spoke about it, because I
Know they didn't listen. My mama tried to raise a man.
I had to really listen. Five schools before I was seven. I had to really listen.
Graduated out the streets. I had to pay attention. That bitch dead, and it's gentrified.
I guess they really miss meYeah.
What? What? That's what they really miss. Stop playing. Stop playing.
That's what they really missing
Written by: Mark Asbell
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