Testo Why U Playin - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Why U Playin (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Fuk da Fame: American Trapstar
Nigga, you playin'
Nigga tryna get rich Why you playin'?
Bad bitch with her own whip on chill
Why you playin'?
Niggas trynna make a whole stack every night
Why you playin'?
Pass that shit, let a nigga get right
Why you playin'?
Man, nigga trynna get rich, Why you playin'?
Bad bitch with her own whip on chill
Trynna make a stack every night, Why you playin'?
Pass that shit, let a nigga get right
Niggas be talking, but I don't hear nothing
If it ain't about money
This shit ain't funny
I'm makin' that bread like somethin' in Bunny
Call your hoe over
Might roll up some clovers and maybe get lucky
They call up my niggas
And say I did her and pass on the number
From sundown to sunup
I look for a come up, I'm young and I'm hungry
Niggas be beggin' they favorite liners
I ain't got it on me
Safe to say I ain't that really rich
But a nigga really livin' comfy
Safe to say I ain't broke no more
And a nigga really really from the streets
I tell her when she naked
We go to the back and get triple-X rated
She just graduated
Congratulations, bitch, you made it
Nigga, I'm different
Never mind what I'm sippin'
Just know it set me back 450
On that strong like Popeye's spinach
Somebody had to book you a flight
'Cause bitch, you trippin'
You have a good time
Then it's good night, then it's good riddance
Killin' these bitches
Yeah, I did it
Yeah, I did it
Know I wouldn't
Nigga, I'm winnin' Why you playin'?
Nigga tryna get rich Why you playin'?
Bad bitch with her own whip on chill
Why you playin'?
Nigga tryna make a whole stack every night
Why you playin'?
Pass that shit
Let a nigga get right Why you playin'?
Mad nigga tryna get rich
Why you playin'?
Bad bitch with her own whip on chill
Why you playin'?
Tryna make a stack every night
Why you playin'?
Pass that shit
Let a nigga get right, why you playin'?
I ain't got the patience to
Stand just there just waitin'
I go out and take it
My stomach be achin'
My family be beggin'
I can't see my baby
My B, I'm too crazy
In different places
And see different faces
Bitches get takin'
Pose with your girl while you stand there and take it
Forget that I'm famous
Bitch, I made it
And nigga, you hate it
Nigga, you hate it
Motherfucker hate it
Boy, I got your girl
Mouth wide as a gate
Always wanna eat with you
Ain't bring shit to the table
House ain't even got bootleg cable
Nigga, I put you on payroll
Nigga tryna get rich
Why you playin'?
Bad bitch with her own whip on chill
Why you playin'?
Tryna get a stack every night
Why you playin'?
Pass that shit
Nigga tryna get right
Why you playin'?
Man, a nigga tryna get rich
Why you playin'?
Bad bitch with her own whip on chill
Why you playin'?
Nigga tryna make a whole stack every night
Why you playin'?
Pass that shit
Nigga tryna get right
Why you playin'?
Nigga, you playin'
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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