Lirik Lagu Playboy - Lloyd Banks Featuring DJ Whoo Kid
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[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw pleaseIs y'all ready, is y'all readyFor the main event, DamnLloyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess who's the man that's real straight out the land of sinnersThe Range with hella spinners check out the white wristRoll with the damn winners or you and your man's finishedYou and your Rams fitted turn off the light switchHoldin' my torch down even when the force 'roundYou let your wife roll she want a divorce nowYou niggas ain't this gully playas'll paint ya skullyYou'll never take this from meThe riders and the gangstas with me([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)You shouldn't be a problem I ain't be a problemSee ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)I know ya type, hoppin 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 gatorsThey lookin' forward to favors gossip is all they gave usYou niggas wasn't quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)You lit the precinct up playin' tattle tale with the snitchesEven my momma knows I got all kind of hoesThey wait outside the show stripped after the diner closedI'll be designer clothes without the winer woesTake off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowlsCome here, take a look inside a entertainer's closetI never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna BobbitNiggas stay and pocketI know you're made at me but shit ain't all peaches and creamAnd I ain't Sara Lee bitch (C'mon)
[Chorus]Don't ice meYou starin' at the wrong oneThere's a lot of girls hereGo and get up on one (What)We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all goneIf you ain't leavin' here wit usYou gon' walk home (Whoo)Go somewhere else whereThey know how we rideIf you a playboy, you got one on each sideKeep your mouth closed, we don't let the
[Verse 1]
Guess who's the man that's real straight out the land of sinnersThe Range with hella spinners check out the white wristRoll with the damn winners or you and your man's finishedYou and your Rams fitted turn off the light switchHoldin' my torch down even when the force 'roundYou let your wife roll she want a divorce nowYou niggas ain't this gully playas'll paint ya skullyYou'll never take this from meThe riders and the gangstas with me([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)You shouldn't be a problem I ain't be a problemSee ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)I know ya type, hoppin 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 gatorsThey lookin' forward to favors gossip is all they gave usYou niggas wasn't quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)You lit the precinct up playin' tattle tale with the snitchesEven my momma knows I got all kind of hoesThey wait outside the show stripped after the diner closedI'll be designer clothes without the winer woesTake off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowlsCome here, take a look inside a entertainer's closetI never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna BobbitNiggas stay and pocketI know you're made at me but shit ain't all peaches and creamAnd I ain't Sara Lee bitch (C'mon)
[Chorus]Don't ice meYou starin' at the wrong oneThere's a lot of girls hereGo and get up on one (What)We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all goneIf you ain't leavin' here wit usYou gon' walk home (Whoo)Go somewhere else whereThey know how we rideIf you a playboy, you got one on each sideKeep your mouth closed, we don't let the
