Lyrics:
When it comes to women, ma I live by these two principles
Never let no half wit have my heart, and never trust em hoes
But you, you're something
And baby on the Sunday
We'll do it all again okay
Baby can you drop that ass on a playboy brother
Drop that ass make it bounce no other
You can call me daddy
Told me he gon' kill him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to start this all night flight
Intro:
Yo Saafir what's goin' on playboy?
Saafir: What's really goin' on?
Huh, you tell me baby.
Saafir:Hey, it's like this man.
I gotta let
like when brodie back in college was drunk
And he thought he could reach for and grab me by my collar
When I tried to get him out
Making scene in
as hell
This change that I got
Don't mean shit if we don't sell
Forget what ya tell, Playboy
Lookin forward to buyin my momma a crib
And tell it like it is
They only talk to her, because,
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's
Niggas is feeling me
No one more real than me
Knock off ya dome
Got ya head on a center piece
Surrounded by snipers
I spit like a viper
I just want
more real than me
Knock off ya dome
Got ya head on a center piece
Surrounded by snipers
I spit like a viper
I just want to hit
I dont really like her
I
know
Just touch down like Stylo
Crossing planes, smoking see high notes
I'm so in tune with my globe
Coloring this life with vibes I'm a young top nigga
girlfriend
Or any playboy who thinks he play me blaze trees
By the way
Won't you go ahead and step out of my way
When you see me coming to the stage
I blow
of the grabba en rollie//
En route
Let 'em know what we talking about
To see what you did
I don't care we'll just pardon the kid
Black caucasian melanin Asian
I
up for a G
Buh ama pull up by the store and grab us a liquor
I like it when my girl know when to reach out
Ama show up in a second and put you
Master
I'm falling just for you
Only for you
Only you, so-so gị
So gị ka m' hụrụ n'anya
Read between the lines nwa, baby
Ka anyị ga, side by side
(Right)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
the same nigga, hahaha
Niggas mad (Ha ha ha)
Triple crossed a nigga mans
He ain't learn from his mistake
I want head, she won't stay, I got bread
She got
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
where are we eating?
I'm moving to Playboy
The publisher called me
I'm doing a rewrite
My parents are coming
I saw My Fair Lady
I
(Right)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
(Right)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
(Right)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
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