young dolph - playa lyrics
ayy, ayy
ayyyy
buddah blessed this beat
what up?
all of these diamonds on me, they say i ain’t playin’ fair (d-mn)
pull up at the mansion, i got cameras everywhere (uh)
dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
fifty b-tches on my d-ck, call me dolph the pimp (hey)
don’t give a f-ck, ain’t a rich n-gg-, you a shrimp (lil boy)
court side with my lil son watchin’ lebron and them, hah
p’s of cannabis, my n-gg- i sold tons of them, hah
drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
and these b-tches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
the police get behind this rari, i’ma run from them (skrrt)
you know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
got a bad b-tch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
they always on my ig just to see what i wear
got somebody’s b-tch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
f-ck it, i don’t care (f-ck it)
count better than i spell (f-ck it)
it smoke how it smell (f-ck it)
f-ck ’em, send some sh-lls (f-ck ’em)
i just bought a p to smoke and i ain’t got sh-t for sale (nah)
i know you can tell (what?), i’m a f-ckin’ player (player)
player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
motherf-ckin’ player (motherf-ckin’ player), i’m a f-ckin’ player
player player (player), player (player)
i’m a f-ckin’ player (motherf-ckin’ player)
i’m a f-ckin’ player (motherf-ckin’ player), motherf-ckin’ player
look how that sh-t hit (shine), michael jackson dancin’ (dance)
white b-tch told me she wanna go f-ck to marilyn manson (hol’ up)
my hood b-tch said she wanna f-ck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
i turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
the game been good to me (yeah)
a quarter milly every week (yeah)
i dream about cake when i sleep (yeah)
i wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
f-ck you, pay me (give me that)
secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
i’m thinkin’ new mercedes
your main b-tch my baby (hah)
i f-cked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
my lil n-gg- can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (d-mn)
two of my dogs,
they fell out ’bout money and i swear i hate it (sh-t man)
i put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
i put her legs behind her head and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
b-tch i went from a cutl-ss (cutl-ss), to a double r (r)
light up my blunt then push a b-tton, that motherf-cker start (yeah)
trap n-gg- living large (yeah)
i put that on god (ayy)
player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
motherf-ckin’ player (motherf-ckin’ player), i’m a f-ckin’ player
player player (player), player (player)
i’m a f-ckin’ player (motherf-ckin’ player)
i’m a f-ckin’ player (motherf-ckin’ player), motherf-ckin’ player
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