Young Dolph - Playa lyrics

[Young Dolph - Playa lyrics]

Ayy ayy
Ayy (Buddah blessed this beat)

(What up?) all of these diamonds on me
They say I ain't playin' fair (Damn)
Pull up at the mansion
I got cameras everywhere (Uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president
(Uh) fifty bitches on my dick
Call me Dolph the pimp (Hey)
Don't give a fuck, ain't a rich nigga
You a shrimp (Lil' boy)
Courtside with my lil' son
Watchin' LeBron and them, hah
P's of cannabis, my nigga, yeah
I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each
And every one of them, hah
And these bitches (What?) , nah
We don't love none of them (Nah)
The police get behind this 'Rari
I'ma run from them (Skrrt)
You know that they smokin' weed and
They got guns in there (yeah, yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin' on
Me with no underwear (yeah, yeah)
Black skirt
Not a lick of panties under there (Uh, huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart
Ain't got no love in there (Uh, huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
(Ayy) got somebody's bitch bent over from
The back and pullin' hair (Uh)
Fuck it, I don't care (Fuck it)
Count better than I spell (Fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (Fuck it)
Fuck 'em, send some shells (Fuck 'em)
I just bought a P to smoke it
I ain't got shit for sale (Nah)
I know you can tell
(What?) , I'm a fuckin' player (Player)

Player (Player) , player (Player) , player (Player) , player (Player)
Motherfuckin' player
(Motherfuckin' player) , I'm a fuckin' player
Player, player (Player) , player (Player)
I'm a fuckin' player (Motherfuckin' player)
I'm a fuckin' player
(Motherfuckin' player) , motherfuckin' player

Look how that shit hit
(Shine) , Michael Jackson dancin' (Dance)
White bitch told me she wanna
Go fuck to Marilyn Manson (Hold up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good
Then make a sandwich (Okay)
I turned it to a traphouse, but at first
It was abandoned (Trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter mil' every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it's time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (Give me that)
Secure the bag daily (Woah, woah)
I'm thinkin' new Mercedes (yeah)
Your main bitch my baby (Hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure
But she say we dated (Uh, uh)
My lil' nigga can't stay out of jail
He keep catchin' cases (Damn)
Two of my dogs
They fell out 'bout money and
I swear I hate it (Shit, man)
I put extra ice on my wrist
Because it keep on achin' (Woo)
I put her legs behind her head
And now she keep on shakin' (Woo)
Bitch, I went from a Cutlass
(Cutlass) , to a double-R (R)
Light up my blunt, then push a button
That motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (Ayy)

Player (Player) , player (Player) , player (Player) , player (Player)
Motherfuckin' player
(Motherfuckin' player) , I'm a fuckin' player
Player, player (Player) , player (Player)
I'm a fuckin' player (Motherfuckin' player)
I'm a fuckin' player
(Motherfuckin' player) , motherfuckin' player

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