Текст песни Jay Tee f Kim Morgan, Young Dru - Playa Perkin
Jay Tee f Kim Morgan, Young Dru - Playa Perkin слова песни
[Kim Morgan]Mmmmhhhh...Playa, playaOhhh....[Verse 1: Jay Tee]Bounced about a new pay5-0-1 still sagginCup the volish, put it in a brown baggyCap stappin`, strike it in my new nikesSee my partner Beleant on her sell is dykesSan Jose bitchesEast LA bitchesCommon and play bitchesMan, I Lay your game bitchesYou know this dick ain`t freeBut now its half priceAnd if your partner sell it coo` girl, I hit them twiceI make the nightsSpecially when I`m off that ginI got your bag bitch, straking in the coverd innShe be blowin`[???] [???] and I flowin`It`s heavy hoein`Mayn, you don`t even know itMy cousin Dan, always represent the bayNo matter hell bitch, shit, she still got topayStraight cash, so why ain`t got to pay taxes?Showered up and jumped right back in my Air Maxes[Refrain 2X: Kim Morgan]Playa playa perkin`the lover you be workin`You got a cadillac, a gang, a houseThe only thing you love it the liquor stores[Verse 2: Young Dru]And when I pulled to the spotAll the bitches` panties get hotAnd I let that top dropand I don`t think shine everytime I hit that blockI got that candy painOr the fat tipsOr the mission to pimp a bad bitchYoung savage but cabitchHustelin` on and a half ritchLil right wayTill that shit so tight wayToony showsAnd pullin` these hoesAnd gettin` here all the night wayFucking with my Kid Foe Jay TeeFucker that sucker hate meCouse that bitch love meYou wanna fuck meCouse I`m way too thuggybut don`t try to hug meI`m not not your huggyI`m a playa to comeDog to the bus and [???] upAnd cock what you play thug upTell your daddy that I raped youBut you know it ain`t trueDon`t try to hazeI got you one tapeFuck with me and my crewIt`s Young DruYou love the way I do what I doPerk it off that brewAnd big pimpin` ain`t nuttin` newGirl I`m a foolAnd I`m on to keep this rap-shit crackin`I spit some gameGet in your brainAnd give you all what you laggin`[Refrain] 2x[Verse 3: Jay Tee]Fuck the cliffPlayboy I`m off the curbThe only way to I`m a stopIf is worth to hurtin`I talk badBitch don`t make me get to cabbin`All I`m known for is mackin` in a back shappin`South LABeverly Hills to the cressHit rancho and put that road up on the testShe got scratchHer daddy work at Tac` BellSo why attach?Kick back and stack mail[Verse 4: Young Dru]I`m off that gin and juiceSwat up in the 7 dueceI let you frost to drop your drawsBitch is hound`a guceWe gittn` wide and loosePerkin` up in the back of the outlessPant some brain your anklesAnd young bitch I know where your lood isHe can`t front how you gave up the cunt, hoeSo get the fuck out and pass me back my blunt, hoeHit the world and don`t call me when you get thereI gives a fuck about a [???] I`m a sick player[Refrain] 4x