Smoking on sticky
This shit kinda trippy
Get me in tune
She getting drippy
I'm in the spot
Shit looking icky
Need me a wifey
I need me a thicky
Nothing like pinky
Kinda like Iggy
First round draft
Know you gon pick me
That's why I'm picky
Feel like my year is here
Shit getting clear
I'm here
To ball like a rookie
Roll up cookie
While I'm cooking
Take me a break
Get me some nookie
Give me some head
She like to bop
When I'm throwing bread
Look at my pockets
Shit looking dead
Too many prezis
To count in my head
Come play with a player
I'll meet you in bed
Damn shawty
Look what you wearing
I cannot help it
I'm caught in a stare
Locked in focus
Paying my fare
Waving this motherf*cking tech in the air
Bow bow
Shots in the stairs
Shit is on lock
It's something like hair
I know it's unfair
But Trust I don't care
Fresh out the lair
Straight to Belair
OG 12's
Got me a pair
From the big Apple
Ready to spare
All of you
Biters and all of you squares
Shhh
Hold up
I cannot hear
All of the cheers
And all the applause
Over that ass
When it bounce to the floor
Shake up the room
I'm bout to record
But this nigga be hating
He tripped on the cord
Ahh f*ck what the hell
Double entendre
I like to spell
Casting this magic
Ring like a bell
Ding
What is that wonderful smell
It is the mayor
CD THE Player
Where is my home
Bitch
Himalayas
Got me a section
In Amadeus
Season for stunting
I'm thinking I'm famous
She gave me treats
Not talking amous
Groceries
Not talking anus
Talking bout green
All of my payments
From people to me
Ya know that I'm saving
That opp going down
His face in the pavement
Only walk out
When it's an occasion
Pop out baby
Thank you for waiting
I know that you tired
I know you impatient
I'm sorry my baby
But i was just saying
My movement is sacred
I'm proud like a Haitian
I see me a hater
My spirit start racing
Your boyfriend come try me
And we get the spraying
That body decaying
Drum kick like it's Asian
I'm eating on Cajun
Shit had me burping
In all of they faces
You try me like they do
I get a replacement
Come give me a kiss
You know I'm just playing
CD the Player - I'm Just Playing (Freestyle) Lyrics
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English
Smoking on sticky
This shit kinda trippy
Get me in tune
She getting drippy
I'm in the spot
Shit looking icky
Need me a wifey
I need me a thicky
Nothing like pinky
Kinda like Iggy
First round draft
Know you gon pick me
That's why I'm picky
Feel like my year is here
Shit getting clear
I'm here
To ball like a rookie
Roll up cookie
While I'm cooking
Take me a break
Get me some nookie
Give me some head
She like to bop
When I'm throwing bread
Look at my pockets
Shit looking dead
Too many prezis
To count in my head
Come play with a player
I'll meet you in bed
Damn shawty
Look what you wearing
I cannot help it
I'm caught in a stare
Locked in focus
Paying my fare
Waving this motherf*cking tech in the air
Bow bow
Shots in the stairs
Shit is on lock
It's something like hair
I know it's unfair
But Trust I don't care
Fresh out the lair
Straight to Belair
OG 12's
Got me a pair
From the big Apple
Ready to spare
All of you
Biters and all of you squares
Shhh
Hold up
I cannot hear
All of the cheers
And all the applause
Over that ass
When it bounce to the floor
Shake up the room
I'm bout to record
But this nigga be hating
He tripped on the cord
Ahh f*ck what the hell
Double entendre
I like to spell
Casting this magic
Ring like a bell
Ding
What is that wonderful smell
It is the mayor
CD THE Player
Where is my home
Bitch
Himalayas
Got me a section
In Amadeus
Season for stunting
I'm thinking I'm famous
She gave me treats
Not talking amous
Groceries
Not talking anus
Talking bout green
All of my payments
From people to me
Ya know that I'm saving
That opp going down
His face in the pavement
Only walk out
When it's an occasion
Pop out baby
Thank you for waiting
I know that you tired
I know you impatient
I'm sorry my baby
But i was just saying
My movement is sacred
I'm proud like a Haitian
I see me a hater
My spirit start racing
Your boyfriend come try me
And we get the spraying
That body decaying
Drum kick like it's Asian
I'm eating on Cajun
Shit had me burping
In all of they faces
You try me like they do
I get a replacement
Come give me a kiss
You know I'm just playing
This shit kinda trippy
Get me in tune
She getting drippy
I'm in the spot
Shit looking icky
Need me a wifey
I need me a thicky
Nothing like pinky
Kinda like Iggy
First round draft
Know you gon pick me
That's why I'm picky
Feel like my year is here
Shit getting clear
I'm here
To ball like a rookie
Roll up cookie
While I'm cooking
Take me a break
Get me some nookie
Give me some head
She like to bop
When I'm throwing bread
Look at my pockets
Shit looking dead
Too many prezis
To count in my head
Come play with a player
I'll meet you in bed
Damn shawty
Look what you wearing
I cannot help it
I'm caught in a stare
Locked in focus
Paying my fare
Waving this motherf*cking tech in the air
Bow bow
Shots in the stairs
Shit is on lock
It's something like hair
I know it's unfair
But Trust I don't care
Fresh out the lair
Straight to Belair
OG 12's
Got me a pair
From the big Apple
Ready to spare
All of you
Biters and all of you squares
Shhh
Hold up
I cannot hear
All of the cheers
And all the applause
Over that ass
When it bounce to the floor
Shake up the room
I'm bout to record
But this nigga be hating
He tripped on the cord
Ahh f*ck what the hell
Double entendre
I like to spell
Casting this magic
Ring like a bell
Ding
What is that wonderful smell
It is the mayor
CD THE Player
Where is my home
Bitch
Himalayas
Got me a section
In Amadeus
Season for stunting
I'm thinking I'm famous
She gave me treats
Not talking amous
Groceries
Not talking anus
Talking bout green
All of my payments
From people to me
Ya know that I'm saving
That opp going down
His face in the pavement
Only walk out
When it's an occasion
Pop out baby
Thank you for waiting
I know that you tired
I know you impatient
I'm sorry my baby
But i was just saying
My movement is sacred
I'm proud like a Haitian
I see me a hater
My spirit start racing
Your boyfriend come try me
And we get the spraying
That body decaying
Drum kick like it's Asian
I'm eating on Cajun
Shit had me burping
In all of they faces
You try me like they do
I get a replacement
Come give me a kiss
You know I'm just playing
Writer: Mark Foxworth
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid