Issue No 144 Brooklyn Playa Shit Lyrics

(Intro)
Put yo hands n the air if yous a true playa

(Verse)
I'mma show ya smth, girl, I know you really ain't used to
Make us talk you in the ear
Try to pull you near, but they can't keep your attention
Keepin' it chill, but I know what's on yo mind
Thinki gthe same, just waitin' for the time
You wanna join my company, we can do this, baby

(Chorus)
Chill, ride-ride, keep it real, you lookin' fine
I won't wound up in you, can't take a hint
It's that Brooklyn playa shit
You want to know you should be rockin' with
It's that Brooklyn murder shit

(Verse)
Baby, just relax and get real comfortable
I'm a real nigga with mine, sip that cherry wine
Life is really good, sex is even better
You wanna come home with me, when I get aside you'll see
Got your legs in the air, cause I'm a true playa

(Chorus)
Chill, ride-ride, keep it real, you lookin' fine
I won't wound up in you, can't take a hint
It's that Brooklyn playa shit
You want to know you should be rockin' with
It's that Brooklyn murder shit

(Verse)
It means you get up when you right
Wetter, better, every single time
Eyes just rollin', good with smokin',
Nothin' can kill my vibe, nothin can blow my high
All the ladies in the place with starring grace
Love to introduce to a Brooklyn dude, yeah
I got a bed, get you on it
Ridin' spaces, we can get it poppin', girl

(Chorus)
Chill, ride-ride, keep it real, you lookin' fine
I won't wound up in you, can't take a hint
It's that Brooklyn playa shit
You want to know you should be rockin' with
It's that Brooklyn murder shit