Playa Freddie Gibbs (Ft. California Pudd)
"Playa" by Freddie Gibbs featuring California Pudd, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, ambition, and resilience. The lyrics reflect a gritty narrative of hustling and survival, showcasing Gibbs' sharp delivery and storytelling. Unique elements include a smooth, laid-back beat paired with clever wordplay, contributing to its cultural resonance in contemporary rap.
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Listen baby, lemme throw a lil fat on your brain
Show improve, get you some food for your earlobe
Lemme hit it and I betcha won't be walkin the same
Never sprung, I leave em' stung when I bend hoes
And you know I send hoes to windows
When bank tellers drive up, they ride up
Get my chips out, then bitches count and ride out
This motor pimpin' getting pussy with 5 mouth?
I'm a player, bitch
Still mackin them hoes, slappin them foes on the 770s
Whippin' umbrellas until yo ass is with the chrome
But n****s slangin songs, I gotta keep a seperate phone
Seperate me from the n****s who spend the cheddar for dome
Hit him in till he never ever let him in yo home
Do a n**** named Tone let a bitch lead him on?
Woke up in the mornin' with barrettas to his dome
Get on my level n****, make it to my stage
Chill, but I can go into a rage for my way
Run up on a n****s like it was a cop-raid
Hit a lick and ain't nobody moving til I pay
And when we blow the reefer, we be doing 5-grade
5 smell for sure, they burn themselves in my brain
Bitch I'm a legal reakin definition of Crime Pays
I keep that thang chillin on the mustard and mayonnaise
Relax, n**** we slangin' straight thunder
Tax, the price too high to go under
Hoe this ain't no bluff or no blunder
She took a hit and was like, no wonder
No other n**** so for sure like I've been
And I betcha you and a couple of yo groupie ass friends wanna try to give
Don't lie bitch
Listen baby, lemme throw a lil fat on your brain
Show improve, get you some food for your earlobe
Lemme hit it and I betcha won't be walkin the same
Never sprung, I leave em' stung when I bend hoes
And you know I send hoes to windows
When bank tellers drive up, they ride up
Get my chips out, then bitches count and ride out
This motor pimpin' getting pussy with 5 mouth?
I'm a player, bitch
Still mackin them hoes, slappin them foes on the 770s
Whippin' umbrellas until yo ass is with the chrome
But n****s slangin songs, I gotta keep a seperate phone
Seperate me from the n****s who spend the cheddar for dome
Hit him in till he never ever let him in yo home
Do a n**** named Tone let a bitch lead him on?
Woke up in the mornin' with barrettas to his dome
Get on my level n****, make it to my stage
Chill, but I can go into a rage for my way
Run up on a n****s like it was a cop-raid
Hit a lick and ain't nobody moving til I pay
And when we blow the reefer, we be doing 5-grade
5 smell for sure, they burn themselves in my brain
Bitch I'm a legal reakin definition of Crime Pays
I keep that thang chillin on the mustard and mayonnaise
Relax, n**** we slangin' straight thunder
Tax, the price too high to go under
Hoe this ain't no bluff or no blunder
She took a hit and was like, no wonder
No other n**** so for sure like I've been
And I betcha you and a couple of yo groupie ass friends wanna try to give
Don't lie bitch
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