Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playboy (Don't Hate Me), artist - Big Tymers. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Playboy (Don't Hate Me) |
| 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 ®, 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? |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |