| Tryin to show you somethin shorty
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| Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place, that’s right
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| I’m tryin to help you open yo' eyes and see that
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| Ha ha, this some shit, cool shit, real playa like
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| + (Lloyd)
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| Hey shorty, we can do it real playa like
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| We can go a few places that you say you like
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| See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
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| Girl just lay back, I’ll do it the way you like
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| (Said it’s the flyest thing, just the way we swing)
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| (Me and you, how we do, be so flyyyy)
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| You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade
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| I’m filet mignon with a tape-up fade
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| I see things clear through these Mark Jacob shades
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| Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob made
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| You sleep better knowin you gon' wake up paid
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| Hairstyle, nails filed, makeup made
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| We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
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| In a droptop Phantom with the Drakov blades
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| I’mma stop by the barber, you can hit the shops in the harbor
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| Then get the chops or the lobster
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| Prime on 12, dinner for dos
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| We, begin with a toast, end with a dose
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| Of the light green cheeba, rolled in a Cohiba
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| It’s Sunday, so you know the Forge is
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| Weather gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky
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| We can show the world how to be fly, yessss
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| If you want to act Hollywood fine, but shorty let’s do it
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| When we sittin on the hills like the Hollywood Sign
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| And every man lies, but not every man flies
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| Privately to Van Nuys
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| Range on the runway, driver to pop doors
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| Straight to Barney’s, somethin we need to stop for
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| She like, «It's early — what we gonna shop for?»
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| How 'bout green grass breakfast, top floor
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| Later on Fred C, or Max Fields
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| Real playa like dress, good black heels
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| No 'Hanas, we can do Katana’s
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| You, me, and ooh-wee marijuana
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| Then slide through Hyde, might include Mood
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| Maybe go to Area, if it’s in the area
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| The Friday’s young, try things my way hon
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| Malibu ride, highway 1
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| Nothing is too much, everything you touch turns to gold
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| You make me better (you make me better)
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| I’m fly as I can be, but when you’re with me
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| I can’t help but notice, I’m more focused (but you’re the coldest)
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| Girl you are so…
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| Ay shorty
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| Bring the Maybach, we got a long way to go
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| Just lay back, you had a long day, I know
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| And they whack, do it the wrong way, I know
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| I play back but have the song playin low
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| While — we six-deuce and let you fix Goose
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| In a glass with some ice, maybe mix some juice in
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| On the way to L.I., well I, coulda took the hell-eye
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| But we do more behind wheel
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| Hampton home, two floors for nine mill'
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| Real playa like two doors from Seinfeld
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| White marble, new floors that shine still
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| And the help keep food stored, wine chilled
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| Hey, you gotta live one day right (right)
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| Well how 'bout from Friday to Sunday night?
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| Then back 'fore they notice back up in Lotus
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| Let the world know we back and we focused~! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Playa Like, artist - Fabolous. Album song From Nothin' To Somethin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп