Big Tymers

Big Tymers - Playboy Don't Hate Me songtekst

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What, what what, what, huh
 Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
 Better act like you know it
 I be comin wit' it
 And you saw Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
 I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be
 Oh yes, you know me
 4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T
 Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater
 Slippin' 'tal in your drawers, Hot Boy ______
 Get up, Cardion, lobster regular
 And you can call me on my cell-ular, what?
 Celebrate and pop the Don P
 Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh
 Me and Lil' Travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it
 I got a Roley on my wrist with 10 karats
 And I'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh?
 Nigga rollin' short about paper
 Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator
 I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp
 Up in the double R (R), just me and Slim
 I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
 Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?

 Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful 3x
 How you luv that, playboy?

 [Verse 2]
 We go lights, action, camera
 We here to hammer ya
 Go ask Pamela or your baby momma Lil' Tamera
 Feel like a samurai or Zorro
 Rich niggas don't borrow
 Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow
 Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat
 While we make a meal, rhymin' in and out of beat
 Am I to see shit? Don't even look for it, it's way off
 Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bulls playoffs
 So stay off the ground cause it's dangerous, whoa-ty
 Too many riches, these bitches don't, won't hang with us, whoa-ty
 It's a gang of us, whoa-ty
 You see one everywhere you go, ain't no thang with us, whoa-ty
 You get it either it show
 We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom
 With hoes countin' money and giving niggas head, room
 So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere
 Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin' shit somewhere,
 playboy

 [Chorus]
 Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful
 These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
 Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beauiful
 These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy

 [Verse 3]
 I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black Hummer
 I scored that last summer
 But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherfucker
 I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my newborn
 Pictures of other ol' ladies suckin' on my dick
 While you be loving the stupid bitch
 Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something
 These hoes been giving me they pussy like it ain't nothing
 Going to the club with 10 G's and a bar tab that's all on Baby
 Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free
 Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on Cash Money
 Well here's another case, where this hoe sprayed Mace in my face
 Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate
 Tellin' me I think my shit dont stank cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus
 And a penthouse that say "Hoe Hater"
 With tatoos with number one stunner
 With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm
 Bitches be lovin' this gold grill, homey
 I spent 20 G's on my earrings, homey
 Nigga, I aiin't met a nigga who could drop a beat like Fresh
 And I ain't met a nigga that could out shine me
 See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters
 Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money niggas

 [Chorus then talk til the end
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Publisher: Cash Money Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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