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stop playing - beema monroe lyrics

[chorus]
them whips clean we sliding em’ thru the city
wet candy paint dripping on chrome so pretty
the sun shining this a perfect day to ball
lined up back to back on the strip wit my dawgs
got a gallon and a fifth
i’ma sip wit my dawgs
five oh chilling
they just sitting on the car
we the hottest in the city
got 400 horses with me
tell a hater stop playing
ain’t n0body f-cking with me
aiiiii-ght

[verse 1: beema]
i tell em’ welcome to my city
pimps, hoes, saints, dope boys f-ck wit me
whitney
gone get the donk out the storage
make a long story short
i’ll take yo’ porridge
we sliding
ain’t gone be too much speeding
floating thru my hood all the dope boys speaking
a bossy mulf-kka
i’m exactly what they seeking
show that love then i let them sixteens go to leaking
hit the strip round seven
stunt a little that’ll waste time
rearview mirror terrified of the b-ss line
boooooom
you hear them outside speakers bout a half mile away
feeling like a holiday
aiiii-ght

[chorus]

[verse 2: beema]
whip cleaner den a mulf-kka
from the waxed outside to the seat covers
in the headrest you looking at chris tucker
money talk, bullsh-t walk
broke mulf-kkas
white folk, ween born with the money we hunt
so when we finally get it, let a n-gga stunt
all we tryna do is vibe and have a lil good time
maybe sip a lil liquor lil wine
p-ss the blunt
in that midnight beemer with the florida state tag
hair did, tatted up, wit a whole lotta -ss
headed to the strip club with a whole lotta cash
in the back surrounded by haitain flags
yeen f-kking with me

[chorus]

[verse 3: beema]
we need peace in the hood
remember when we use to walk the streets in the hood
not enough money too much beef in the hood
put them k’s up, together we can feast in the hood
no, matter the state
i’m always repping my city
77deuce, fort pierce florida we winning
i’m grabbing they attention and this only the beginning
am i sinning dear lord or you approve of how i’m living
ain’t no time for beefing when you busy getting money
i’m f-kking wit my haters
they get touchy when you stunting
(haahh) b-tch youn’t wanna run it
keep revving ya lil’ engine
too funny
yeen f-kking with me

[chorus]

- beema monroe lyrics

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