Lil' O

Lil' O - Supposed Playa lyrics

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(hello), man Keisha what's the deal

I been blowing up your pager, and calling your phone all day

Why you ain't hit me back, (boy do not call me no mo')

Say you don't love her, stop lying

Cause when you heard a playa hit, bitch you start crying

But damn you supposed to be a playa, and if you don't love her why you care

Man I know it's cold, but it's fair

I hopped out the Lex coupe, looking way too cute

Boppers asking who is that, hit you sure to who

But god damn he got loot, look at all them diamonds

Girl peep them shoes Gucci, yeah that boy is shining

So if you guess I'm a baller, lil' mama you fucking right

And tell your friend to holla, cause we fucking tonight

I got a suite at the Double Tree, we could blow a sweet and sip bubbly

Hop into the sheets, and bum ugly

I'm straight to the point girl, it's the thug in me

If your man said he seen you leave, say it wasn't me

She said who is he, well my man ain't bout shit

He mess with other broads, and he ain't even rich

Cause ain't you Lil' O, from from off of Braeswood block

Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, can't stop won't stop

The one who be balling, in a Lex and a drop

When he hear that you hit, it's gon really run him hot

I said, baby how that sound

He can't be a playa, chasing you around town

Yeah I know you jazzy, and your body going down

But ain't no bra work me busting rounds, or even trying to clown

Cause all I wanna do with you, is have a lil' fun

And I ain't even tripping, he can have you when I'm done

If you think I'm trying to cuff you, baby boo I ain't the one

Now jump up in the Lex, so I can jump up in your buns

She said let's jet, now what's next

Freaky hot sex, like we from the projects

She licked me from my toes, to me neck then I wrecked

But here comes her man, with the plex

Cause now the sucker blow a baby up, on a cellular phone

Saying where you at, better get your ass home

I know you with a nigga, cause I heard from Tyrone

When I see you I'ma whoop you, until old daddy's home

Man it's boys, out of line

He gon make me act a fool, and hit him with the nine

Swearing he a playa, but he hating on my shine

The way you be cuffing broads, it should be a crime can't you see are you blind

She don't want you no more, put her ass in G

(man you knocked my gal down), why you asking me

(man where are y'all at), we sipping dackeries

Eating steak, at the Cheesecake Factory

That's how a playa do it, can you ball like that

Hell naw lil' buster, now call her back

And when we leave her, I'ma be all in her cat

And if you come up here tripping, I'ma scald you black

She gon, eat it up

Then I'ma roll her on her stomach, then beat it up

Then I'ma smack her on her ass, then skeet a nut

Then I'ma drop her at your crib, playa keep the slut nigga what whoa whoa

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