Lloyd Banks - Playa sh** 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 sh**! Bag 'em call 'em f** 'em leave 'em! (yeah!) You on that hata sh**! s**a dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!) These b**hes make me sick! See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!) Go home and baby sit! b**h it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) I'm on that playa sh**! Bag 'em call 'em f** 'em leave 'em! (yeah!) You on that hata sh**! s**a dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!) These b**hes make me sick! See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!) Go home and baby sit! b**h it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) {COME ON!} [Verse:] I'm +In My Zone+ b**h! (b**h!) - Leave me alone b**h! (b**h!) All I swing this dick don't call me when you need a loan b**h! (b**h you crazy?) You should hear all the bullsh** 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 sh**! {HAHA!} Bag 'em, call 'em f** 'em leave 'em! (yeah!) {WHAT?} You on that hata sh**! s**a dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!) {WHAT?} These b**hes make me sick! See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!) Go home and baby sit! b**h it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) {COME ON!} I'm on that playa sh**! Bag 'em call 'em f** 'em leave 'em! (yeah!) You on that hata sh**! s**a dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!) These b**hes make me sick! See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!) Go home and baby sit! b**h 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**ie gotta all it'd be so rule on a record! " Haha! You bankin' in the Emmy mission for do this sh**, I wouldn't have 'em.