Richie Rich - Playboy lyrics

(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 b**hes, lock windows Lock doors Fake pimps lock hoes n***as with diet game too late stole clothes Real b**hes f** with deez and not those When I'm at the club and they pop the doze n***a 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 sh** 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 b**h Trick I shoots this Like Marcus Ray-Boy I bring it to life cuz I'm a true playboy n***a... (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-b**h in a mazarate See Rich pimp hoes in tennis shoes and gym clothes But I'll boot a b**h Who got a** like she's black Love to f** me, Bruce Lee s**y-s**y 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 b**h I'm checkin' loot n***a listen to the game I shoot When I'm out alone I seem to knock straight hoes Be on the lo-lo But n***as screamin dat's they hoe You come and get this b**h 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 n***a 9 hoes, fine hoes Don't even ask me n***a I ace 'em up My shoes, my b**hes, 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 n***as 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 b**hes to the left Me and my cat Hew Hef Play me Ya lose the L and pay me in ?? toes Thats the type of sh** 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 n***a (Chorus)