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peezy & cash kidd - players and pimps lyrics

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[intro: peezy]
right there where the beat like bounce, yeah, i’ma just talk sh+t right there
you know what i mean?
stop playin’
falling in love, we havin’ fun
call all the hoes, we havin’ fun
call all the bros, we havin’ fun
i’m throwin’ all the ones, we havin’ fun
alright, okay
we finna turn this b+tch up
i need twenty strippers, man, i don’t wanna see no early acts
all the bros
i need twenty+thousand in ones, we finna turn this b+tch up (ghetto, let’s go)

[chorus: peezy]
twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
just some rich young n+ggas and some players, and pimps
you can tell a n+gga winnin’, see it clеar as a blimp
you can tell a n+gga in it, i ain’t tint out the whip

[verse 1: peezy]
they say wе lost control
we ballin’ like a motherf+cker, fourth and go
i’m comin’ over, will i spend the night? who knows
don’t talk about your boyfriend to me, he told
i’m chillin’, bae, don’t put me on the ‘gram, i’m low
my neck full of gold
i was gettin’ it off the stove, we was goin’ to double+o
i done run out of bowls, now i need a hundred more
now her pants to the floor, had to run to the store, can’t hit it raw
fast trackhawk, motor loud, i can’t hear the law
blowin’ gas pack, hit it once, can’t help but cough
you showin’ your ass crack out here, boy, you showin’ off
taught him how to get a bag out here, p, you showed ’em all
keep playin’, boy, that chopstick gon’ blow a n+gga shoulder up
i’m racin’ in the ss, finna tear the motor up
i’m ghetto, i done passed every test, ran through the halls
house full of bad sh+t, goin’ hard, yeah
[chorus: peezy]
twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
just some rich young n+ggas and some players, and pimps
you can tell a n+gga winnin’, see it clear as a blimp
you can tell a n+gga in it, i ain’t tint out the whip
twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
just some rich young n+ggas and some players, and pimps
you can tell a n+gga winnin’, see it clear as a blimp
you can tell a n+gga in it, i ain’t tint out the whip

[verse 2: cash kidd]
yeah, my b+tch a ho, yo’ broke ass, go get a f+ckin’ life, huh
them little ass pointers on you like a b+tter knife
b+tch think she stayin’ another night just ’cause she f+ck me right
i’m at the crib, reading and writing like this study night
i been schemin’, my b+tches havin’ money fights
wanna make a k!lling? dial me like that chucky guy
only reason i’m f+ckin’ with this sl+t of mine
’cause my address got wore out like it’s summer time
i ain’t tryna flex, you lil’ n+ggas not a threat
gucci fit ruin my change more than a laundromat
twenty on me, finna throw it all, ain’t gotta try to stretch
dng on me, n+ggas thinkin’ i’m from pontiac, huh
need a big booty b+tch to make my night better, huh
i make time to stunt on n+ggas in my tight schedule, huh
i’m at hutch, gettin’ fitted for an ice bezel, huh
switch on my n+gga hip, but he ain’t bis+xual, yep
i’m froze, all my hoes keep tellin’ me i got the hoes
hatin’ n+gga sick, so we wiped his nose
well, no comment, need a pot of gold
yeah, b+tch, them boys here, huh
hold my wrist up in the club, they think the boy’s here, huh
caught his b+tch with knee pads, he think it’s sports gear, huh
yeah, the colt was forty+five, but it ain’t malt beer
three, four b+tches with me, feel like paul pierce
[chorus: peezy]
twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
just some rich young n+ggas and some players, and pimps
you can tell a n+gga winnin’, see it clear as a blimp
you can tell a n+gga in it, i ain’t tint out the whip
twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
just some rich young n+ggas and some players, and pimps
you can tell a n+gga winnin’, see it clear as a blimp
you can tell a n+gga in it, i ain’t tint out the whip



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