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letra de ptid (playa till i die) 2 o'clock remix - $nakeeyez

godd-mn
shawty blowing up my m-th-f-cking phone again?
i told that dumb b-tch to stop calling me
i thought i blocked her ass last week
don’t worry about it
imma do it right now
dumb ass hopping in my dms and sh-t
because i won’t answer back her text message
f-ck out of here
player ’til i die n-gga
f-ck wrong with you?

i don’t know if you heard, but let me spell it out clearly
i’m not at your every beckon call b-tch, i ain’t siri
times is expensive shawty, so with that i’m a cheapskate
just wanted to l!ck the cream, i ain’t want the whole cheesecake (delicious)
drive through all you want, i ain’t fulfilling your needs
i don’t know what got me choking your demands or the weed (dumb b-tch)
bringing your fork to a plate, i nеver said i was sharing
sh-t i be thinking out loud, but i ain’t ed sheeran (delusional ass ho)
just ‘causе i call you mami, that don’t make me the pops
never gave you the green light, this gotta come to a stop
you a thirsty lil b-tch, go ahead and cry me a river
i’m like digorno’s at your door, i ain’t come to deliver

b-tch i’m a playa
f-ck did you expect
thought ’cause i stuck around
it was more than s-x
my apologies
it had to end this way
now if you’ll excuse me
i’ll go about my day
go cool off ’cause you’re on fire
never told the truth but i’m the liar
now you know, no point in stressing
only trick is you, that’s your reflection
don’t need you watering my gardens, i got hoes for that
couldn’t play your position, you was looking for stats (female russel wilson)
wanted trophies for your friends, that ain’t how sh-t works
talking about some commission, b-tch take yo’ ass to work (jobs indeed)
how can i love a woman, when my mind’s on a benjamin?
pause on the latter line, but i only talk when we’re intimate
you ain’t looking for a man, just a daddy to raise you
call you a little princess, tuck you in and just praise you (i ain’t doing that sh-t)
how you asking for a title when you’re not a contender?
f-ck i need your sugar for when i’m enjoying my splenda
you a grown ass woman, get your thumb out your mouth
shouldn’t have let me inside, swallow my kids ‘fore i’m out

b-tch i’m a playa
f-ck did you expect
thought ’cause i stuck around
it was more than s-x
my apologies
it had to end this way
now if you’ll excuse me
i’ll go about my day
now if yo’ dumb ass thinking about keying my car
setting my house on fire
on some thin line between love and hate sh-t
you can forget about it
cause i swear to god when i get a chance
you will be getting a restraining order
now take yo’ stupid ass on somewhere
and find you another man b-tch
it’s over
you can f-ck whoever
jeff bezos, drake, michael b jordan
i don’t give a sh-t
just stay the f-ck from around me
ooh wee imma be glad when yo’ ass gone out of my life for good
goodbye and good f-cking riddance
ahh

- nakeeyez

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