Lloyd Banks - Playa Shit Lyrics

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
{WHAT? }
Don't love a hoe...
Don't love a hoe...
Don't love a hoe... {SADA POP! }

[Chorus:]
I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!)

I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) {COME ON! }

[Verse:]
I'm +In My Zone+ bitch! (bitch!) - Leave me alone bitch! (bitch!)
All I swing this dick don't call me when you need a loan bitch! (Bitch you crazy?)
You should hear all the bullshit they try to shoot me (uh-huh!)
Just cause I'm in the hotel lobby don't mean I'm a groupie. {NON STOP! }
Look shorty I could care less (less!); and you could always go home
There's other females in the hallways to bone.
Be the same one that's always alone - while her friends gettin' dunn an' dirty,
Down in room 130 - nut on her son's Jersey.
I'm dunn, miss! - And the flick of one wrist.
Then they go back home to they boyfriends and tongue kiss. {COME ON! }
I neva had a wifey! (no!) But that don't mean I'm lookin'.
I woulda been left my OG, but I needa cookin'.
Cause I been stuck on the road! - Every day KFC.
As soon as I'm done; she on her knees A.S.A.P. {Whooooooo! }
I pro'lly neva change! (no!) - Bank$ is a gigalo! (no!)
Save the fussin' fer Justin! - You can "Cry A River" hoe. (hoe!)

[Outro 1:]
You know you can't expect me to be a nice guy... all the time. {HAHA! }
You know what grandma ma always used to tell me when I was younger.
"Baby the only thing open after 3 o'clock... is legs and fast food."

[Chorus:]
I'm on that playa shit! {HAHA! }
Bag 'em, call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!) {WHAT? }
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!) {WHAT? }
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) {COME ON! }

I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em f*ck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (YEAH!)

[Outro 2:]
{LLOYD BANK$!... CAN'T WE STOP!... HAHA! }
You know who you are man. {WHAT? }
You know just same... "Lotta f*ckie gotta all it'd be so rule on a record! "
Haha!
You bankin' in the Emmy mission for do this shit, I wouldn't have 'em.