Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playin, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song The Poems of Jay Jenkins, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.07.2013
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
Playin |
| What a nigga know? |
| Playin', nigga |
| Sup? |
| I said nigga we playin', fuck is y’all sayin'? |
| Club about to close, Hell nah, we stayin' |
| Coupes outside, valet, we playin' |
| Rollies on the wrist, ma’fucka, we playin' |
| Nigga we playin', all day every day |
| All day anyway, nigga we playin' |
| Kill these niggas every day, nigga we playin' |
| Fuck these niggas anyway, nigga we playin' |
| Playin', playin', playin', we playin' |
| Playin', playin' that’s right |
| We playin', playin', playin', yeah nigga we |
| Playin', playin', playin' that’s right we playin' |
| Nigga we playin' - flip your bitch, nigga we can |
| All these hoes would, paper couldn’t save ‘em |
| All these hoes, Santa Clause couldn’t sleigh ‘em |
| All these niggas needin' all this favors |
| I cut ‘em all off, I’m needin' all these razors |
| Jordan’s over gators, khakis over slacks |
| Money over bitches, but nothin' over that |
| Money in this music, sad she want influence |
| The judge want me guilty but the DA can’t prove it |
| I be in the hood with the heat, gangbangin' |
| Them boys across the street be in the house, they never hangin' |
| Brand new watch, bottom cars brang ‘em through the block |
| Started at the bottom now I made it to the top |
| Smokin' the best, designer frames, smoke in my chest |
| Spendin' money like a habit, we ain’t supposed to have it |
| Paid this much just for a tat, that means you supposed to brag |
| Rick Owens if you lookin' at my tag |
| I’m tryin' to get drunk and then call a cab |
| Go to one of my homeboy’s spots |
| So I can show him the bong I just bought |
| When it comes to bomb weed, I got a lot |
| My fam' straight as bitch ass niggas, I got a watch |
| And nah, man, this shit ain’t rented, it’s off the lot |
| Charm with tons of rocks, car without the top |
| I do it for my neighbors, crack-sellin' drug dealers |
| Had to confess to my mama I was a thug nigga |
| Ten racks on me, nigga, like fuck it |
| I got the strap on me out here tryna function |
| Like «yep, yep» damn right, I’ll take your lady, my nigga |
| Like Mom’s chicken act like it’s all gravy, my nigga |
| Bad bitches getting' fucked, their hair all wavy, my nigga |
| You gettin' played not paid, man that’s shady, my nigga |
| I be doin' the most, I’ll pull that K out |
| I be in the hood where most rapper don’t hang out |
| I be coppin' Rollies, I be coppin' Porsches |
| You be cuffin' like the cops, and I don’t fuck with law enforcers |