Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playa 4 Life, artist - Lil' Flip. Date of issue: 18.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Playa 4 Life |
| You know I stay stacking my cheddar, leaning back on the leather |
| With a ride or die chick, on my side |
| Nobody does it better, so somebody better tell ya |
| That you dealing, with a playa fo' life |
| I’m a playa fo' life, I’m a playa fo' life |
| I’m a playa fo' life, I’m a playa fo' life |
| You need a baller, I’m a baller your type |
| You need a playa, that’s what I is fo' life |
| 24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my lap when I roll high |
| Now I’m back in the trap with four fpies, three macks on my lap and a fo'-five |
| Mo’fuckers ain’t know I could rap fast, mo’fuckers ain’t know I could stack cash |
| Lil' mama right there she got a fat ass, but you know Clover Geez don’t trick |
| cash |
| Now let me slow it down, for all you Screw heads |
| Don’t call me Flipper, it’s Mr. I Can Do Dat |
| Fuck a lay-away, if I like it I buy it |
| And if it’s purple haze, if I like it I try it |
| I’m doing 85, on 2−88 |
| The music so loud, my phone on vibrate |
| I missed like twenty calls, and two of em my dogs |
| And you guessed it right, the rest of em broads |
| Come with me and tour the globe, let me show you how it go |
| I’ll take you out that Bebe, and put you in designer clothes |
| You’ll be closing Phantom do’s, and Dolce & Cabana clothes |
| The paparazzi waiting, when you stepping out that G4 |
| G5 we fly, we high ah man |
| I bet your man, ain’t never had a hundred grand |
| I be drunk every hour, I be high every minute |
| I be dodging the press, because my windows tinted |
| I’m a playa for real, diamonds lay on my grill |
| To get out my deal, I had to pay two mill |
| Now I’m happy as ever, laying back on my leather |
| The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater |
| Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa |
| Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get that money out there |
| Them chicks in New York, cute but they talk rude |
| Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do |
| Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too |
| I got the chicks in the Lou, they hollin' what it do |
| Them Cali chicks, want a playa with that real do' |
| That’s when I pull up in my drop, and let me grill show |
| (*talking*) |
| Ay-ay come ride-come ride-come ride |
| Ay, Southside for life |
| Ain’t nobody do it like me, aaay |