Ken the Rapper - Playtime is Over (feat. Jae Millie)
You know what I mean? When I come through, I do it bigWhen I- When I come
When I come through, I do it fucking big, bitches
Don't ever get it twisted,I tell
Y'all bitches better sharpen your motherfucking number two pencils
Because I stay on point
You know what I mean? Like, that's nothing. We do this all day
And if you're going to drop, you better drop
Because when I come out, it's a rizzle
I can't even- I can't call it
If niggas want the ass, they gotta pay for it
Get a lot of trees, I go gay for it
They say they want a star, I go to space for it
Cuz when I'm on stage, see a bunch of Ken-lovers
Hit a real nigga with Playtime Is Over
Every time I drop, best believe that you're over
Laughing to the bank, you'll think that I'm Sosa
Rocking this ice, strutting in that Fashion Nova
Ayo
Give me the muny and them caseloads
Don't got money, you a freeload
I don't got time for these fake niggas
Only got time for my freak hoes
Never at home, because I'm busting out the bando
Step in the scene, and I gotta let the chain show
When they wanna diss, you know Ken is commando
Beat that nigga up, face looking like a rainbow
Play time, play time, play time over
Play time, play time, play time over
Niggas is mad, cuz they can't get a handout
If I'm too busy, you'll know I send a fan out
If niggas want the ass, they gotta pay for it
Get a lot of trees, I go gay for it
They say they want a star, I go to space for it
Cuz when I'm on stage, see a bunch of Ken-lovers
Hit a real nigga with Playtime Is Over
Every time I drop, best believe that you're over
Laughing to the bank, you'll think that I'm Sosa
Rocking this ice, strutting in that Fashion Nova
You know I love a beat with some bass in it
If he want to fuck, put his face in it
Why these hoes mad
Cause they ain't winning
Really with the shit, bitch, I ain't kidding
Stunned down on the rap, bitch
No to the beef, cause I slap bitches
Riding up to the Forbes list
And my name next to the rap mistress
Oh, girl, you tired, with the same little wack disses
Playtime been over bitch
Stay the fuck out of my business
I'ma show you how to do it, bitch
It's real rap, no gimmicks
Niggas stay up on the Gram
But never take they ass to the clinic
Ooh, that pussy burning
It's burning, burning, burning, itching
If you can't take the heat
get your bitch ass out the kitchen
If niggas want the ass, they gotta pay for it
Get a lot of trees, I go gay for it
They say they want a star, I go to space for it
Cuz when I'm on stage, see a bunch of Ken-lovers
Hit a real nigga with Playtime Is Over
Every time I drop, best believe that you're over
Laughing to the bank, you'll think that I'm Sosa
Rocking this ice, strutting in that Fashion Nova
Written by:
Kemon Brown
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