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Some information about Playboy Lyrics Title: Lloyd Banks - Playboy lyrics Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Hunger For More Visitors: 5 visitors have visited Playboy Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. DJ Whoo Kid: Aw mancan I get a raw please Is y all readyis y all ready For the main eventDamn Lloyd Banks Verse 1 Guess who s the man that s real straight out the land of sinners The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist Roll with the damn winners or you and your man s finished You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch Holdin my torch down even when the force round You let your wife roll she want a divorce now You niggas ain t this gully playas ll paint ya skully You ll never take this from me The riders and the gangstas with me ( Whoo Kid: God Damn) You shouldn t be a problem I ain t be a problem See ya laterI read ya head you be a Rodman (What) I know ya typehoppin all over the beat screamin You call it hypin yaself up I call it street dreamin I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators They lookin forward to favors gossip is all they gave us You niggas wasn t quietmeet the whales and fishes (Whoo) You lit the precinct up playin tattle tale with the snitches Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed I ll be designer clothes without the winer woes Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls Come heretake a look inside a entertainer s closet I never trust a bitchI blame Lorainna Bobbit Niggas stay and pocket I know you re made at me but shit ain t all peaches and cream And I ain t Sara Lee bitch (C mon) Chorus Don t ice me You starin at the wrong one There s a lot of girls here Go and get up on one (What) We at the bar poppin bottles til they all gone If you ain t leavin here wit us You gon walk home (Whoo) Go somewhere else where They know how we ride If you a playboyyou got one on each side Keep your mouth closedwe don t let the beef ride (What) Ride (What) Ride (What) Ride (God Damn Let s Go) Verse 2 I do this for the hoodniggas stuck in the slammer I smile cuz I m goodyou act tough for the camera (Whoo) Learn from the hood kidsthey ain t fuckin wit Santa Cuz they like Tupac more(Word) Word to my grandma I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn Cuz they ll take you to jail even when you not wrong Dog your not this flashydogs you got to blast me Every rock is classynobody on your block can match me (Whoo) You shouldn t want to fightunless you wanna fight Free you life in a high school a hundred nights I know your typerun behind your girlfriend rushin You call it quality timeI call it handcuffin I m on the beach in Miamicellular reachin my family All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny You niggas wasn t toughI should ve snapped some pics You wear ya pants tightplay pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn) Even my father knows where the revolver goes I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes And my diamonds froze that means my time froze Be in the club from when it s poppin til the time it close (What) Half of these so-called real niggas ll probably sing Naw I ain t pullin overlearned that from Rodney King So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain t Holyfieldnigga (Damn) Chorus Don t ice me You starin at the wrong one (Whoo) There s a lot of girls here Go and get up on one We at the bar poppin bottles til they all gone If you ain t leavin here wit us You gon walk home Go somewhere else where They know how we ride If you a playboyyou got one on each side Keep your mouth closedwe don t let the beef ride Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up) Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up) Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up) And everybody out back get yo hands up (What) And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Whatman fuck what he said Man put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Now put em up (Put em up) Ohhhhhhhh ( Lloyd Banks what Whoo Kid) Hottest songs from Lloyd Banks : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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