Playa sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Don't love a ho
Don't love a ho
Don't love a ho
Don't love a ho

[Chorus]
I'm on that playa sh*t, bag 'em call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em (Yea!)
Y'all on that hata sh*t, suck a di*k, I don't need 'em (Yea!)
These b*tches make me sick, see me act like I don't see 'em (Yea!)
Go home and baby sit, b*tch it ain't my job to feed 'em (Yea!)
I'm on that playa sh*t, bag 'em call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em (Yea!)
Y'all on that hata sh*t, suck a di*k, I don't need 'em (Yea!)
These b*tches make me sick, see me act like I don't see 'em (Yea!)
Go home and baby sit, b*tch it ain't my job to feed 'em (Yea!)


[Verse]
I'm in my zone b*tch! (b*tch!)
Leave me alone b*tch! (Nitch!)
All I swing this di*k don't call me when you need a loan b*tch! (b*tch you crazy?)
You should hear all the bullsh*t they try to shoot me (Uh-huh)
Just cause I'm in the hotel lobby don't mean I'm a groupie
Look shorty I could care less (less)
And you could always go home these other females in the hallways will bone
Be the same one that's always alone
While her friend gettin' dunn dirty
Down in room 130
Nut on her son's Jersey, I'm done miss
In the the flick of one wrist, then they go back home to they boyfriends and tongue kiss
I neva had a wifey (No)
But that don't mean I'm lookin' (Yea)
I woulda been left my OG but I need her cookin'
Cause I been stuck on the road
Everyday KFC, as soon as I'm done, she on her knees A.S.A.P
I'll probably never change (No)
Bank$ is a gigolo (No)
Save the fussin' for Justin, you can cry a river ho! (Ho)
[Lloyd Banks Talking]
Come on, you can't expect me to be a nice guy, all the time
You know grandmother always used to tell me when I was younger
"Baby, the only thing open after 3 o'clock
Is legs and fast food"

[Chorus]
I'm on that playa sh*t, bag 'em call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em (Yea!)
Y'all on that hata sh*t, suck a di*k, I don't need 'em (Yea!)
These b*tches make me sick, see me act like I don't see 'em (Yea!)
Go home and baby sit, b*tch it ain't my job to feed 'em (Yea!)
I'm on that playa sh*t, bag 'em call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em (Yea!)
Y'all on that hata sh*t, suck a di*k, I don't need 'em (Yea!)
These b*tches make me sick, see me act like I don't see 'em (Yea!)
Go home and baby sit, b*tch it ain't my job to feed 'em
(Geah!)

[Outro]
Ha
Stank ass hoes
You know who you are, man
I know what you're sayin' "Why the f*ck he gotta always be so rude on a record"
Haha
If y'all give me the ammunition to do this sh*t, I wouldn't have it
b*tch!