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Letra Playerz Night Out

(music plays in back)
Chorus(singing)
O oh o o oh o oh it's the playerz night
O oh o o oh o oh it's the players night

Verse 1: eightball

I'm just loungin coolin maxin in the studio
Drankin on the yak smokin fat mac indo
Five o droptop watermelon flip flop
Put her to the floor and watch how fast that ass drop
Oh my god the sun is out i feel like ridin g (mjg meet me up at
Pressure world),
Alright nigga(mjg-peace nigga)
Pull up at pressure world blowin on the fat one
I'm cool with everyone but still pack a fat gun
I gotta meet my nigga mjg ya know
He said he got the hook up with a couple of west memphis hoes

Verse 2: mjg

Two hoes takin off they clothes
Given up they mouth to the pimps of the house
Got seveteen dollars in my tank and i think if the hoes wanna have
Dranks
But we ain't cuzz we can't waste time on a hotcap
Shit like ridin with a bitch all in my lap
I got pimp shit planned for the nine-fo
How the f*** you figure i coming through the front door
Roll me spliff with the tip up to my mouth
Fire dat bitch up cuzz its players night out

Chorus: x2

Verse 3: eightball


Yeah you know where i'm headin fool
Straight to the nigga with the herbs i gotta smoke a spliff
So i can calm my nerves
Full of yak
But a nigga ain't drunk yet
Waitin on a beep from this hoe i just met
She's a star so i gotta get her put the mack down tight
So i know i'm gonna hit her
Split her, then get up and leave the hoe bitter
Cuzz i play her like myself does not want to get her
Its still kinda early and i'm losing my buzz
Stop by the crib smoke a spliff in the hot tub
Mjg is in the den gettin chwed on
That nigga must be drunk he still got his shoes on
I gotta broad in the kitchen cookin steaks
I'm puttin on my clothes and i'm bout to hit the highway
I got to get out this muthafuckin house so i can splurge
On this playerz night out

Chorus:x2

Verse 4: mjg

Ahhh shit
Just got hit with a heavy quantity of bud
Hit the chevy, as i flip to the mall scopin out the bitches
On the strip
Shorts glued down to they hips
Gotta a special kinda cup for my cognac
Cuzz i lean back, take a sip, and show these hoes where my love at
Ridin down the avenue followin a stranga
Stack it to the wall as i fire up another blunt
Mjg druker than a muthafuckin fish with thirty-seven bitches in my dick
I got another destination ain't no use in chillin wit these hoes
Cuzz bitches want riches
And i
Being the type of hustler that i am really don't give a god damn
B-u-s-i-n-e-double s is what i'm all about
Put'em in a middle of a playaz night out

(singing in the back)x2
Just a g
Just a pimp

Chorus:x2