Richie Rich

Richie Rich - Playboy songtekst

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[Richie Rich]

Come out and play...



[Woman's Voice]

Playboy...



[Richie Rich laughing]



[Woman's Voice]

Playboy...



[Richie Rich]

Whatchu know about that? Ahhhh...

All bad bitches, lock windows

lock doors

Fake pimps lock hoes

Niggas with diet game too late stole clothes

Real bitches fuck with deez and not those

When I'm at the club and they pop the doze

Nigga keep ya eyes open, watch the hoes

Could it be the walk foo? 

The shoes, or the clothes?

Or maybe they be bound to the game i throw

Its the raspy, genuine, into mine

When I'm on the field keep him on the sideline

That soft shit you spit, it ain't tight

I never known the hoes to bite on game light

Cuz it ain't right

To slide through in S Fish

Lauren's a dish and deals with the best bitch

Trick I shoots this

Like Marcus Ray-Boy

I bring it to life cuz I'm a true playboy nigga...



[Chorus]

Playboy, he's runnin the game straight raw

Playboy, he's givin you much much more

Playboy, he's runnin the game straight raw

Playboy, he's givin you much much more...



[Richie Rich]

I just knocked a euro-bitch in a mazarate

See Rich pimp hoes in tennis shoes and gym clothes

But I'll boot a bitch

Who got ass like she's black

Love to fuck me, Bruce Lee sucky-sucky

Now I run hoes of all nationalities

And when I'm in the zone

Her breasts might be silicone

Might catch me on the stroll with a bad bitch

I'm checkin' loot

Nigga listen to the game I shoot

When I'm out alone

I seem to knock straight hoes

Be on the lo-lo

But niggas screamin dat's they hoe

You come and get this bitch

Cuz double-R got more

And what I do

My stable stays stuffed like glew

I put my vocal on it

And call me raspy nigga

9 hoes, fine hoes

Don't even ask me nigga

I ace 'em up

My shoes, my bitches, lace 'em up

It's the real McCoy

A O.G. Playboy foo'



[Chorus]



[Some beat boxing]



[Richie Rich]

Since I'm gonna be

Heres a map, for the wanna-be's

The game pick up niggas

Stick away quick

Why push 19s, when I could slip on dubs

And check this

Once or twice a day switch fits

Be a heat packer

Safe from the street jackers

I rock ice

The type of cat to hit a block twice

Call up once, sac run up, baby no fronts

Smoke blunts

Only let her hit the light once

Compare

So damn different than a playa

The first one

He be the worst one

Bitches to the left

Me and my cat Hew Hef

Play me

Ya lose the L and pay me in ?? toes

Thats the type of shit I tell hoes

Prefer puppies

That drown in the game like guppies

Now they swimmin

Straight lakes, born to chase women

Play it slow

My lifestyle's smoother than Trojan nigga



[Chorus]
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