Текст (слова) песни: Big Tymers - Playboy

[lil wayne]

What, what what, what, huh

Huh, huh, big tymers, huh

Better act like you know it

I be comin wit it

And you saw wayne from a distance in the expedition

Im on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be

Oh yes, you know me

4 feet, millionaire, thats h-o-t

Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater

Slippin tal in your drawers, hot boy ______

Get up, cardion, lobster regular

And you can call me on my cell-ular, what?

Celebrate and pop the don p

Beep, thats me that drop the funk beat, uh uh

Me and lil travis stunn hard off less my daddy grab it

I got a roley on my wrist with 10 karats

And ima shine but Im still bout blastin, huh?

Nigga rollin short about paper

Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the vator

Im a superstar (star), money makin pimp

Up in the double r (r), just me and slim

Im getting cheesed by the milk stackin cake, boy

Cash money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?

Dont hate me, baby cause Im beautiful 3x

How you luv that, playboy?

[verse 2]

We go lights, action, camera

We here to hammer ya

Go ask pamela or your baby momma lil tamera

Feel like a samurai or zorro

Rich niggas dont borrow

Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow

Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat

While we make a meal, rhymin in and out of beat

Am I to see shit? dont even look for it, its way off

Concerts sellin out like chicago bulls playoffs

So stay off the ground cause its dangerous, whoa-ty

Too many riches, these bitches dont, wont hang with us, whoa-ty

Its a gang of us, whoa-ty

You see one everywhere you go, aint no thang with us, whoa-ty

You get it either it show

We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom

With hoes countin money and giving niggas head, room

So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere

Somebody gettin hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin shit somewhere,

Playboy

[chorus]

Dont hate me, baby cause Im beautiful

These flashy cars aint new to yall

Dont hate me, baby cause Im beauiful

These flasy cars aint new to yall, playboy

[verse 3]

I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black hummer

I scored that last summer

But this year playboy, Im gonna stretch that motherfucker

I bought a yukon for my main bitch with my newborn

Pictures of other ol ladies suckin on my dick

While you be loving the stupid bitch

Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something

These hoes been giving me they pussy like it aint nothing

Going to the club with 10 gs and a bar tab thats all on baby

Lettin these hoes and niggas drank for free

Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on cash money

Well heres another case, where this hoe sprayed mace in my face

Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate

Tellin me I think my shit dont stank cause I got a benz, a hummer, a lexus

And a penthouse that say "hoe hater"

With tatoos with number one stunner

With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm

Bitches be lovin this gold grill, homey

I spent 20 gs on my earrings, homey

Nigga, I aiint met a nigga who could drop a beat like fresh

And I aint met a nigga that could out shine me

See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters

Now playboy, these hoes be lovin these cash money niggas

[chorus then talk til the end]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Big Tymers - Playboy [lil wayne] What, what what, what, huh Huh, huh, big tymers, huh Better act like you know it I be comin wit it And you saw wayne from a distance in the expedition Im on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, thats h-o-t Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater Slippin tal in your drawers, hot boy ______ Get up, cardion, lobster regular And you can call me on my cell-ular, what? Celebrate and pop the don p Beep, thats me that drop the funk beat, uh uh Me and lil travis stunn hard off less my daddy grab it I got a roley on my wrist with 10 karats And ima shine but Im still bout blastin, huh? Nigga rollin short about paper Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the vator Im a superstar (star), money makin pimp Up in the double r (r), just me and slim Im getting cheesed by the milk stackin cake, boy Cash money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)? Dont hate me, baby cause Im beautiful 3x How you luv that, playboy? [verse 2] We go lights, action, camera We here to hammer ya Go ask pamela or your baby momma lil tamera Feel like a samurai or zorro Rich niggas dont borrow Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat While we make a meal, rhymin in and out of beat Am I to see shit? dont even look for it, its way off Concerts sellin out like chicago bulls playoffs So stay off the ground cause its dangerous, whoa-ty Too many riches, these bitches dont, wont hang with us, whoa-ty Its a gang of us, whoa-ty You see one everywhere you go, aint no thang with us, whoa-ty You get it either it show We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom With hoes countin money and giving niggas head, room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere Somebody gettin hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin shit somewhere, Playboy [chorus] Dont hate me, baby cause Im beautiful These flashy cars aint new to yall Dont hate me, baby cause Im beauiful These flasy cars aint new to yall, playboy [verse 3] I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black hummer I scored that last summer But this year playboy, Im gonna stretch that motherfucker I bought a yukon for my main bitch with my newborn Pictures of other ol ladies suckin on my dick While you be loving the stupid bitch Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something These hoes been giving me they pussy like it aint nothing Going to the club with 10 gs and a bar tab thats all on baby Lettin these hoes and niggas drank for free Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on cash money Well heres another case, where this hoe sprayed mace in my face Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate Tellin me I think my shit dont stank cause I got a benz, a hummer, a lexus And a penthouse that say "hoe hater" With tatoos with number one stunner With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm Bitches be lovin this gold grill, homey I spent 20 gs on my earrings, homey Nigga, I aiint met a nigga who could drop a beat like fresh And I aint met a nigga that could out shine me See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters Now playboy, these hoes be lovin these cash money niggas [chorus then talk til the end] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Playboy: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/19694.html Все тексты песен: Big Tymers » Big Tymers - On Top of the World » Big Tymers - Project Bitch » Big Tymers - Put That Shit Up » Big Tymers - Big Tymers (Intro) » Big Tymers - 10 Wayz » Big Tymers - Hello » Big Tymers - Lil Mama » Big Tymers - Sunday Night » Big Tymers - Drivin` Em » Big Tymers - Top of Tha Line Nigga » Big Tymers - Millionaire Dream » Big Tymers - Pimp On » Big Tymers - Southern Boy » Big Tymers - Pimpin` » Big Tymers - Ballin » Big Tymers - Top Of Tha Line Nigga (Vol. 2 version) » Big Tymers - Ballin` » Big Tymers - We Aint Stoppin » Big Tymers - Pimpin » Big Tymers - Playboy (Don`t Hate Me) Рекомендуем скачать: » Фактор2 - Запретная Любовь » Филипп Киркоров - Ты поверишь? » Ф.Киркоров - Единственная моя » Филипп Киркоров - Единственная моя » Фактор2 - Хочу на TV » Филипп Киркоров - Зайка моя » Фактор2 - Что у тебя в душе » Фидошные песни - у Билли Гейтса » Фристайл - Зачем, зачем » Фрейдкин Марк - РАКИН-РОК » Фабрика звезд-5 - Два билета в лето (Премьер-министр+ФЗ-5) » Фабрика - Отпусть любовь » Филипп Киркоров - Ночной маршрут » Филипп Киркоров - Загляни в мои глаза » Фролова Елена - Виктория » Фристайл - Будь счастлив, дорогой » Феликс Даллада - Ах, какие были мальчики... » Фролова Елена - Птица » Фидошные песни - На мотив "Сим-сим, откройся" » Фабрика - Рыбка
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