Robe - 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**h 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**h I'ma fill that belly She like "Beeda you nasty!" I'm like "b**h 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 dick, big house And by 6 In tha mornin I be kickin' em out [Chorus] Hey pretty girl come stay the night with me But in the morning yes b**h 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**h 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** it chu' a bad lil' b**h Got a a** so fat that her pants gon' rip ugh And I can tell your man ain't sh** Cause she told me ya'll date but she say it ain't sh** 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**h tossed it Why you always ask how much sh** 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 x1] [Verse 3: Too Short] You want the keys and the codes To the house and the safe, spending sprees at the store But b**h, I don't shoot hoop I shoot b**hes to the left I charge these hoes for the game and the dick 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** 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** 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**h I don't trust you [Chorus x1]