Hey Mr. Playa!!!!

U think u play ur game.
And u think u play it well
U think u r great with words
And that I can never tell.
U call me when its dark
U wanna dirty talk
And when I talk committment
ur aint ready for the walk.

(Rap)
The sistaas say u’d fail
Ur ***** just been outta jail
He the hustla, he the playa
Aint the eligible bachelor.
Ur ***** sure got the moves
But homie needs to improve
His style, his crib ,and his flow
Tht big mfkin ego
Wats it for and wheres the dough
Ego huh! He is so ghetto.
“n he says” “
if u ll be a nympho , ill be a nympho”
you psuedo playa…just.take it slow.. (haha)


Ur game knocked, when I sayin this rhyme
Hey mr playa, u aint worth a dime.
U think u a thug, but u are feminine,
U aint make me moan, nor u make me whine!
***** to be wid me, u gotta shine
U gotta be a killa, ur games on ad decline.
U need to be a soldier not a fkiin swine,
U don’t have them takes ,to be called mine,
U think u P. Diddy who own a clothe line (who u)
Playa it high time , Ha! u need to resign
***** u was thought ur shorty benign
She too sharp, n watches her canine! (thts u)


U thought u’d play me,
For a while ull be my boo,
U thought ur game was complete
And I was crazy in love with u
U was thought u a biggie
ull do me n leave me blue
Uh oh, ***** dint know ur baby
have u heard there’s Miss. Playa too!

U think u play ur game.
And u think u play it well
U think u r great with words
And that I can never tell.
U call me when its dark
U wanna dirty talk
And when I talk committment
ur aint ready for the walk.

(Rap)
The sistaas say u’d fail
Ur ***** just been outta jail
He the hustla, he the playa
Aint the eligible bachelor.
Ur ***** sure got the moves
But homie needs to improve
His style, his crib ,and his flow
Tht big mfkin ego
Wats it for and wheres the dough
Ego huh! He is so ghetto.
“n he says” “
if u ll be a nympho , ill be a nympho”
you psuedo playa…just.take it slow.. (haha)


Ur game knocked, when I sayin this rhyme
Hey mr playa, u aint worth a dime.
U think u a thug, but u are feminine,
U aint make me moan, nor u make me whine!
***** to be wid me, u gotta shine
U gotta be a killa, ur games on ad decline.
U need to be a soldier not a fkiin swine,
U don’t have them takes ,to be called mine,
U think u P. Diddy who own a clothe line (who u)
Playa it high time , Ha! u need to resign
***** u was thought ur shorty benign
She too sharp, n watches her canine! (thts u)


U thought u’d play me,
For a while ull be my boo,
U thought ur game was complete
And I was crazy in love with u
U was thought u a biggie
ull do me n leave me blue
Uh oh, ***** dint know ur baby
have u heard there’s Miss. Playa too!