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8ball mjg - playerz night out lyrics

(music plays in back)
chorus(singing)
o-oh-o-o-oh-o-oh it’s the playerz night
o-oh-o-o-oh-o-oh it’s the players night

verse 1: eightball

i’m just loungin, coolin, maxin in the studio
drankin on the yak, smokin fat mac indo
five-o, droptop, watermelon flip flop
put her to the floor and watch how fast that -ss drop
oh my god the sun is out i feel like ridin g, (mjg- meet me up at
pressure world),
alright n-gg-(mjg-peace n-gg-)
pull up at pressure world blowin on the fat one
i’m cool with everyone but still pack a fat gun
i gotta meet my n-gg- mjg ya know
he said he got the hook up with a couple of west memphis hoes

verse 2: mjg

two hoes takin off they clothes
given up they mouth to the pimps of the house
got seveteen dollars in my tank and i think if the hoes wanna have
dranks
but we ain’t ’causez we can’t waste time on a hotcap
sh-t like ridin with a b-tch all in my lap
i got pimp sh-t planned for the nine-fo
how the f–k you figure i coming through the front door
roll me spliff with the tip up to my mouth
fire dat b-tch up ’causez its players night out

chorus: x2

verse 3: eightball

yeah you know where i’m headin fool
straight to the n-gg- with the herbs i gotta smoke a spliff
so i can calm my nerves
full of yak
but a n-gg- ain’t drunk yet

waitin on a beep from this hoe i just met
she’s a star so i gotta get her put the mack down tight
so i know i’m gonna hit her
split her, then get up and leave the hoe bitter
’causez i play her like myself does not want to get her
its still kinda early and i’m losing my buzz
stop by the crib smoke a spliff in the hot tub
mjg is in the den gettin chwed on
that n-gg- must be drunk he still got his shoes on
i gotta broad in the kitchen cookin steaks
i’m puttin on my clothes and i’m bout to hit the highway
i got to get out this m-th-f–kin house so i can splurge
on this playerz night out

chorus: x2

verse 4: mjg

ahhh sh-t
just got hit with a heavy quant-ty of bud
hit the chevy, as i flip to the mall scopin out the b-tches
on the strip
shorts glued down to they hips
gotta a special kinda cup for my cognac
’causez i lean back, take a sip, and show these hoes where my love at
ridin down the avenue followin a stranga
stack it to the wall as i fire up another blunt
mjg druker than a m-th-f–kin fish with thirty-seven b-tches in my d-ck
i got another destination ain’t no use in chillin wit these hoes
’causez b-tches want riches
and i
being the type of hustler that i am really don’t give a god d-mn
b-u-s-i-n-e-double s is what i’m all about
put’em in a middle of a playaz night out

(singing in the back)x2
just a g
just a pimp

chorus: x2

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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