Главная
Видео клипы
Новости проекта
Личный кабинет
Тексты песен
Русские тексты песен
Анг тексты песен
Добавить текст
Табулатуры
Русские табы
Английские табы
Популярные
Наши проекты
Сервер электронной музыки
Форум
форумы



  Приходят
Нет содержания для этого блока!
  Тизеры
  Партнеры
Нет содержания для этого блока!
ТемыАвторОт.Пр.Последний
Тексты песен на английском, аккорды, табулатуры, гитара, Texts of songs, the song text, chords, notes
Тексты песен на английском, аккорды, табулатуры, гитара, Texts of songs, the song text, chords, notes » L » Lloyd Banks
Playboy - текст песни



Playboy


Is y’all ready, is y’all ready


For the main event, Damn


Lloyd Banks











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


(


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)








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 someone 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)











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


For your life in the Hospital for 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)








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 someone 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


(



Die Texte der Lieder. Тексты песен - На сайте свыше 500 текстов песен.

Дополнительно по данной категории

22.04.2009 - Mr. Me Too Freestyle - текст песни
22.04.2009 - Rotten Apple - текст песни
22.04.2009 - Send You To Hell - текст песни
22.04.2009 - Smile - текст песни
22.04.2009 - Southside - текст песни
Нет комментариев. Почему бы Вам не оставить свой?
Вы не можете отправить комментарий анонимно, пожалуйста войдите или зарегистрируйтесь.
Rambler's Top100
  Контакты
ICQ: 555444639

Тексты песен