Players and Pimps Peezy & Cash Kidd
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[Intro: Peezy]
Right there where the beat like bounce, yeah, I'ma just talk shit 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 bitch 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 bitch up (Ghetto, let's go)
[Chorus: Peezy]
Twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
Just some rich young niggas and some players, and pimps
You can tell a nigga winnin', see it clеar as a blimp
You can tell a nigga in it, I ain't tint out the whip
[Verse 1: Peezy]
They say wе lost control
We ballin' like a motherfucker, 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 nigga 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 shit, goin' hard, yeah
Right there where the beat like bounce, yeah, I'ma just talk shit 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 bitch 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 bitch up (Ghetto, let's go)
[Chorus: Peezy]
Twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
Just some rich young niggas and some players, and pimps
You can tell a nigga winnin', see it clеar as a blimp
You can tell a nigga in it, I ain't tint out the whip
[Verse 1: Peezy]
They say wе lost control
We ballin' like a motherfucker, 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 nigga 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 shit, goin' hard, yeah
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