Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playa Fo Life, artist - Too Short. Album song No Trespassing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dangerous
Song language: English
Playa Fo Life |
| So many pretty girls, poppin pink bottles |
| Plottin on that pretty pearl |
| Get it poppin' get it rockin' yeah its your world |
| Tryna get cha to the house I’m looking for a go girl |
| Get it get it go girl, take it to the floor girl |
| I’ma beat it up and let you tell it to my old girl |
| Playa fo' life, I ain’t thinkin' a wife |
| I ain’t thinkin' it twice, bitch I’m thinkin' tonight |
| Green light she ready, we on that Rozay heavy |
| We going straight to the house it ain’t no need for the telly |
| I’m steak, eggs, n jelly, bitch I’ma fill that belly |
| She like «Beeda you nasty!» |
| I’m like «Bitch you ready?» |
| I’m like Snoop fo' sho, I don’t love these hoes |
| And only two can roll, cause I love my folks |
| See I was born to mack, big dick, big house |
| And by 6 In tha mornin I be kickin' em out |
| Hey pretty girl come stay the night with me |
| But in the morning yes bitch you’ve got to leave (bye) |
| And no I can’t be your man |
| I’ma be a playa fo' life |
| I’ma be a playa fo' life, bitch |
| I’ma be a playa fo' life |
| I’ma be a playa fo' life |
| She love it when I grab those hips |
| I don’t know her name but I had those lips eh |
| Fuck it chu' a bad lil' bitch |
| Got a ass so fat that her pants gon' rip ugh |
| And I can tell your man ain’t shit |
| Cause she told me ya’ll date but she say it ain’t shit uh |
| And you know I be laying that stick |
| I be hitting home runs you be paying that rent |
| Yeah I took her to my office the girl just lost it |
| Short came through and you know the bitch tossed it |
| Why you always ask how much shit costin' |
| Real money know that chu ain’t even gotta floss it |
| My Roley don’t tick and you wasting my time |
| I want chu' home girl look I’m changing my mind |
| I really live what I say in my rhymes |
| And I never chase hoes, gotta stay on my grind like ah |
| You want the keys and the codes |
| To the house and the safe, spending sprees at the store |
| But bitch, I don’t shoot hoop I shoot bitches to the left |
| I charge these hoes for the game and the dick |
| I’m from the O-A-K |
| So I already know what the hoe gon' say |
| I need to lock her down, and wife her up |
| But I don’t wanna marry her, I just like to fuck |
| When your mother was a young thang, I knew her |
| Even back then, I ain’t wanna do her |
| And now, I don’t fuck cougars |
| Your daddy was a player man, why you such a loser |
| It’s the game, and I’m a player for real |
| Not the NBA, or the NFL |
| I make deals, I’m on a life long hustle |
| Gettin' this money, lil' bitch I don’t trust you |