Lyrics:
the same with me
You know it's lame to be somethin that you know is a lie
Hoes want a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't
right before
stepper (uh)
He my lil' playboy, call him Hugh Hefner (honey)
When I come through, don't touch, be careful (don't touch)
Gotta make him work for it
ahead, playa, do ya thang
Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of gold skis
Mo' money than Playboy
Nigga bleed!
He was living lavish
Drinking
on
Sicily smoke, rolled by the OG
He showed me to lead me fully
Roots as pride just don't earn glory
World is gone
Word is born
I ain't never sellin' stories
through the fog playmates are locked
Playboys lay wake and stay draped in smog
Play hates get raped and baptized in loss
Action reaction pre-action see
jail
Just take a swig of Mountain Dew if you don't like cock-meat flavor
You just need a friend to poke your end and he returns the favor
It's called
can't if you're a rockstar
Like smoke, I rise
As I
Still linger
In the air
Fuck
Where'd he go
((Oh shit))
Just Slipped
Out the back door
One foot
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
The top spot is mine
You could bet on me
I'm top of the line
Something he'll never be
In a foreign I drive
My money heavily
Like Rakim they checking
make it far just be thinking how I change my situation
Im the greatest work your move and meet the reaper
I aint never did no faking playboy camp this
pillow recognize her perfume
Tell her man, "Relax," she'll make it home by curfew (haha)
Tom Ford cologne (oh), I look like I'm on (ay)
Playboy Mansion,
This fake me got problems
Listen when I tryna solve 'em
His spider web is analyzing the next victim
While the drifter rap is surprised by the next scene
I payed the cost to rock this drip so don’t be asking me no questions
Lil bitch blind by the dick because she know this shit a blessing
Don’t be
I'm creeping with a fine bright bitch
Aston Martin got a new thing that I just might get
And if Puffy give a party he invite my clique
We gone pop that
Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc
(You say you tryna find yourself, I'm finding bags man)
(She said "you just wanna fuck," I'm a bad man)
You only worried bout yourself, that's a bad
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
Playboy
Run that
They got that shit under the safe
Your bitch take it all to the face
Take no misdemeanor
Don't like your demeanor
I stroke with
Wimpin over loss skrilla given to the bitches
Made a cool impression,ended up sour intentions
Cut it by the arm,now he move like Jax Briggs
You kno I
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
than be at home watchin "Chips"
I'd rather watch chicks
I flipped, looked to the right of me, tons of honies
One was a Playboy bunny, but I left her
Hugh
a long ass time coming
They see me on tv notice me in public
Busses to rarris the dash say two hunnid
Playboy no carti she buss yeah she cumming
Be by my
just to show her that I’m working
Ima do the dash drop the top
Ima do the dash on the cops
Tell a pussy n***a that I’m lookin for him
He gone do a dash
the sugar turned to Salt
Then that where I learned To show
No heart
Playboy bunny by my heart
Cause I used to get no play At all
Now I break niggas
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