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    "Playboy" Lyrics

    Richie Rich

    (Richie Rich)
    Come out and play...

    (Woman's Voice)

    (Richie Rich laughing)

    (Woman's Voice)

    (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
    'cause 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 'cause I'm a true playboy nigga...

    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
    'cause double-are 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'


    (Some beat boxing)

    (Richie Rich)
    Since I'm gonna be
    here's a map, for the want to-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
    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
    that's 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

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Margaret Ann Rich.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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    track 3
    Game [2001]
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