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- Lloyd Banks - Playboy Lyrics
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- (feat. DJ Whoo Kid)
- [DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
- Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
- For the main event, Damn
- Lloyd Banks
- [Verse 1]
- Guess who’s the man this winter 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 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 gators
- They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us
- You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet 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 here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet
- I never trust a bitch, I 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 playboy, you got one on each side
- Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride
- (What)
- Ride
- (What)
- Ride
- (What)
- Ride
- (God Damn Let’s Go)
- [Verse 2]
- I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
- I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
- Learn from the hood kids, they 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 flashy, dogs you got to blast me
- Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)
- You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fight
- Free you life in a high school a hundred nights
- I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin’
- You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin’
- I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin’ my family
- All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
- You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some pics
- You wear ya pants tight, play 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’ over, learned that from Rodney King
- So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
- Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (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 playboy, you got one on each side
- Keep your mouth closed, we 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)
- What, man 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)
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