Playa Fo Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Beeda Weeda]
So many pretty girls, poppin pink bottles
Plottin on that pretty pearl
Get it poppin' get it rockin' yeah its your world
Tryna get cha to the house I'm looking for a go girl
Get it get it go girl, take it to the floor girl
I'ma beat it up and let you tell it to my old girl
Playa fo' life, I ain't thinkin' a wife
I ain't thinkin' it twice, b*tch I'm thinkin' tonight
Green light she ready, we on that Rozay heavy
We going straight to the house it ain't no need for the telly
I'm steak, eggs, n jelly, b*tch I'ma fill that belly
She like "Beeda you nasty!" I'm like "b*tch you ready?"
I'm like Snoop fo' sho, I don't love these hoes
And only two can roll, cause I love my folks
See I was born to mack, big di*k, big house
And by 6 In tha mornin I be kickin' em out

[Chorus: 1-O.A.K.]
Hey pretty girl come stay the night with me
But in the morning yes b*tch you've got to leave (bye)
And no I can't be your man
I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life, b*tch
I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
She love it when I grab those hips
I don't know her name but I had those lips eh
f*ck it chu' a bad lil' b*tch
Got a ass so fat that her pants gon' rip ugh
And I can tell your man ain't sh*t
Cause she told me ya'll date but she say it ain't sh*t uh
And you know I be laying that stick
I be hitting home runs you be paying that rent
Yeah I took her to my office the girl just lost it
Short came through and you know the b*tch tossed it
Why you always ask how much sh*t costin'
Real money know that chu ain't even gotta floss it
My Roley don't tick and you wasting my time
I want chu' home girl look I'm changing my mind
I really live what I say in my rhymes
And I never chase hoes, gotta stay on my grind like ah

[Chorus: 1-O.A.K.]
Hey pretty girl come stay the night with me
But in the morning yes b*tch you've got to leave (bye)
And no I can't be your man
I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life, b*tch
I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life
[Verse 3: Too Short]
You want the keys and the codes
To the house and the safe, spending sprees at the store
But b*tch, I don't shoot hoop I shoot b*tches to the left
I charge these hoes for the game and the di*k
I'm from the O-A-K
So I already know what the hoe gon' say
I need to lock her down, and wife her up
But I don't wanna marry her, I just like to f*ck
When your mother was a young thang, I knew her
Even back then, I ain't wanna do her
And now, I don't f*ck cougars
Your daddy was a player man, why you such a loser
It's the game, and I'm a player for real
Not the NBA, or the NFL
I make deals, I'm on a life long hustle
Gettin' this money, lil' b*tch I don't trust you

[Chorus: 1-O.A.K.]
Hey pretty girl come stay the night with me
But in the morning yes b*tch you've got to leave (bye)
And no I can't be your man
I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life, b*tch
I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life