Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Playa Like Me , by - Keak Da Sneak. Release date: 04.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Playa Like Me |
| I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be |
| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me |
| What’chu you feedin that baby cake |
| Asthma got me on that ass like a license plate |
| Rear end you, whiplash, I didn’t see your brakes |
| Monster truck so I’m getting crushed when I’m on the race |
| I ain’t a hater, baby, keep your man |
| He gon' spend time wit’chu, cuddle up and hold your hands |
| I’m your playa partna, friend |
| You a groupie, bopper, a fan |
| Doin' the tatter puddy or the hand stand |
| Charm ya before I harm ya |
| Get her 'fore I forget her |
| Strip her 'fore I rip her |
| Sit up before i bent her |
| Break up before I enter |
| I’m tryna see what’s in her |
| Teamwork make winners |
| I see ya jockin' while i’m rockin' |
| Peekin' but you ain’t speakin on it |
| Juicy mouth, wet, extra spit, no gleakin' on it |
| I’m fienin', tweakin' on it |
| Sick from the dick |
| Ay girl, I’m a playa, baby… |
| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be |
| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me… |
| I’m Town vintage, Oakland original |
| I ride clean, I smoke and I’m pimpin' hoes |
| Started with nothin' and made a whole lot |
| For a long time; |
| I get everything a hoe got |
| And I owe it all to the Town |
| For lacing me, showed a nigga how to get down |
| I got 4 hustles and they all make change |
| «Short, where you get all that game?» |
| From the Eastside |
| Wit' a fine little broad, street meat ride |
| Wit' the purp and the pills, keep me high |
| And the youngstas on the scraper bikes, keep ridin' |
| I’m on the Eastside |
| Home of the infamous Keak da Sneak |
| Been known for pimpin' his freaks for weeks |
| And me, I’m a boss, whatever I do |
| Ay Keak, tell 'em 'bout you |
| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be |
| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me… |
| Always been a stunna, always been shinin' |
| Ran with the breezys ever since i start timin' |
| Y’all can have the nickels, all I want is the dimes and |
| I’mma skip the foreplay, straight to the grindin' |
| Give it to her like she never had it before |
| Celly in the building and we all in the doe |
| They don’t make 'em no more, they on some other shit, mayne |
| Mad at the game, and it’s all on a bitch, mayne |
| I won’t explain, you shoulda soaked it, mayne, you know what’s up |
| I’m in it for the money but you in it for the nut |
| I got hella bitches and they know about each other |
| You got one bitch and you keep it undercover |
| If a nigga take her from you, then you wanna fight |
| If you not mine, I’ll have 10 by tomorrow night |
| Riding shotgun, tryna make more money |
| With a black girl, a señorita, and a snow bunny |
| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be |
| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me… |
| It’s a time and a place for that gangsta shit |
| Your chick bad, I’mma smack the bitch and yank her quick |
| You doin' it wrong |
| I back her up and get gone, real talk on my songs |
| Right or wrong, banging loyalty, bagging sautéed nuts |
| Like ODB, I like it raw but never when I fuck |
| Like what, the business, gotta give it to her |
| Fresh outta Folsom when I dose 'em, you know how I do her |
| 187 Pure, on the One like Spice |
| Catch me out in Chico with an Asian, yeah, rice for life |
| First class on a Boston flight |
| Tonight, twins I chase suck nice |
| It’s a gift to make a dick shoot swift |
| She’ll do it on a natural, choosing on a young pimp |
| Trap herself with somethin' limp |
| Sauce, man, butter like she love sautéeing shrimp |
| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be |
| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me |
| They don’t make 'em no more like me… |