| Uh.
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| Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
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| Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
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| I’m all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? |
| yup
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| I knock your wife up yup, man I don’t give a fuck, nah
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| The Unit’s in this bitch, you know who I’m with
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| rollin’out the piff, six after six
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| hangin’out the whips rocks bangin’off my wris'
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| I’ma ball till I die, why, cuz I’m a Play B-O-Y
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| Guess who’s the man this quarter, the rich playin’the boarder
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| your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
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| not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter
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| diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick
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| we in them Lambs the colour of Candy Yams
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| the only niggaz in the city with Miami tints
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| I picked up my advance and took off out to France
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| thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands
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| mami I don’t dance, I rock, I bop
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| I half a ounce of ?? |
| in my sock, I’m hot
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| if I like it I’ma cop it on the spot, why not
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| these haters still won’t give me my props, I’m shot
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| I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
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| all I got is the street, my word, my glock
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| these little niggaz emulatin’me know why
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| know why, know why, cuz I’m a Play B-O-Y
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| Uh.
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| Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
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| Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
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| I’m all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? |
| yup
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| I knock your wife up yup, man I don’t give a fuck, nah
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| The Unit’s in this bitch, you know who I’m with
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| rollin’out the piff, six after six
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| hangin’out the whips rocks bangin’off my wris'
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| I’ma ball till I die, why, cuz I’m a Play B-O-Y
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| Hey.
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| Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
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| hologram rims, a lotta Benjamins
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| I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
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| rollin’blunt after blunt blowin’bump out the trunk
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| now I can take a shit on all of y’all, dump after dump
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| I’m high when I’m drunk, havin’lunch at the trunk
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| don’t front, and get to rockin', and my cliq? |
| e is poppin'
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| now my hits is dropping that’s why the chickens flockin'
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| I ain’t a come up, I got the Louis black
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| Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whooly that
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| now we got enough toys to knock the city back
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| beef and broccoli fitted cap, he’s the rockiest in rap
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| they copyin’my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
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| big pools, money and jewels, that’s all I never lose
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| the illest never one at a time, just by the two’s
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| and ooohhh, you should see what my song make 'um do, uh Uh.
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| Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
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| Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
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| I’m all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? |
| yup
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| I knock your wife up yup, man I don’t give a fuck, nah
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| The Unit’s in this bitch, you know who I’m with
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| rollin’out the piff, six after six
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| hangin’out the whips rocks bangin’off my wris'
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| I’ma ball till I die, why, cuz I’m a Play B-O-Y
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| If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up The hood ?? |
| got the rap then Put Your Hands Up You and your cliq? |
| e get it poppin’Put Your Hands Up If you front I’m leavin’outta her ein handcuffs
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| Now Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Yeah. |
| Man I don’t give a fuck what you said.
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| Now Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah.
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| Put Um Up. |
| Yeah. |
| Yeah. |
| Yeah!!!
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| OOOHHHHHHH!!! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playboy 2, artist - Lloyd Banks. Album song Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп