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Playboy Lyrics by Lloyd Banks

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Hunger for More     Hunger for More
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Lloyd Banks
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We have 10 versions of the Lloyd Banks song Playboy

Banks makes his hotly anticipated debut with THE HUNGER FOR MORE, an album whose title sums up the tough, yet ... See Full Description
   
Lloyd Banks Playboy Lyrics
Hunger for More Track List
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 1 Ain't No Click
 2 Playboy
 3 Warrior Lyrics
 4 On Fire Lyrics
 5 I Get High Lyrics
 6 I'm So Fly Lyrics
 7 Work Magic Lyrics
 8 If You So Gangsta Lyrics
 9 Warrior, Pt. 2

Lloyd Banks Playboy Lyrics
10 Karma Lyrics
11 When The Chips Are Down Lyrics
12 Til the End
13 Die One Day
14 South Side Story Lyrics


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Playboy Lyrics by Lloyd Banks

[Verse One]
Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors
Blow with the damn winners while you and your man's finished
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch
Holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me
You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem
See you later I'll red your head, you'll be a Rodman
I know your type, hoppin all over beat screamin
You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin
I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators
They lookin forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
You leak the precinct up, play tattletale with the snitches
Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside of shows strict after the diner close
I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues
come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee
Bitch!
[Chorus]
Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin here with us, you can walk home
Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
.. (what) right .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (right, damn!)
(Let's go)
[Verse Two]
I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin with Santa
Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cause they'll take to jail, even when you're not wrong
Dawg you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me
You shouldn't want a fight, unless you want to fight
for your life in the hospital a hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girl rushin
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin
I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin my family
All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie
You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks
Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
I ...
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