letra de pardon my playa - ceo trayle
(ay)
(oh pardon my playa)
(this is sl!ck talk w/ playa 101)
(ay)
(oh pardon my playa)
you can’t sl!ck talk the sl!ck talker (yeaa)
say he “player” p for short
like when backdooring used to be a sport
lil bro on lockdown said he made a knife from out a fork
i tell lil mimi date a dork
kus these street n-ggas done hit the torque
and everybody p
saint laurent p
& i like amiri p
trackhawk not no cherokee
maybach when i black the seats
she say i need therapy
say she ain’t sharing me
the day i just got one b-tch i wanna be there to see
p i m p, verified on the net and the streets
blue chеck with the blue strips
and a blue chеck on ig
met this b-tch with the next b-tch
and i popped a perc to sleep
told her don’t nut on my seats
gotta go but pardon my p
intuition telling me don’t unblock this b-tch
but i can’t help it
long time since i got that neck
been too long since i got that p-ssy
topped off in the car won’t wreck (like)
b-tch yeen f-ckin’ round with no rookie
ain’t pass the blunt like pardon my player
smoking fourty one not cookies
we was doing biscotti the worse way
she wear a birthday suit on my birthday
all in my dm’s she thirsty
but ima link that b-tch on thursday
excuse me pardon my playa lil baby
ion know if you heard me
i’m sorry i can’t save you baby
better off outside working
trap phone chirping
and my b-tch got a b-tch so it’s perfect
and i know i’m just scratching the surface
and she give head the best off the perkys
i love when she ask me for one
she don’t know if she touching the d-ck or the gun
in a black maybach and it’s on asant’s
and she ask for no paper once
she love my songs ask what’s her favorite one
barely outside baby one
bd around but i’m still f-ckin’
i leave before he come
gotta switch need fifty in a drum
ima boss can’t kick with a crumb
(ay) just stick to script and the money
i’m fasho will get me and you some
used to tell me meet me at the one
that’s his car ouu beep beep, that’s the one
ouu this b-tch she a freak, drinking cum
leave from me and go sleep with her son
know the carti rose gold like the sun
baby daddy got the cheaper one
in the house i can’t sleep for one
malcolm x, the window with my gun (yeaa)
it’s fourskii baby, she say hold me baby
this sh-t ain’t gold plated
bit off g6 i’m faded
lil bro say on king david
ion remember the hoes i dated (yeaa yeaa)
pardon my playa
ion know how many times i gotta say it
(yea)
(oh pardon my playa baby)
(yeaa fasho pardon my playa baby)
(oh backdoor, pardon my playa baby)
(yeaa, yeaa)
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