Lyrics
Goddamn, it's the playa creep
Creeping down your fucking street
Had to hit the store, had to grab me a glass of MD
Then I hit the block, got yo bitch in my fucking lap
See that **** mad, now he all of sudden wanna throw some hands
Had to knock his ass clean on the fucking concrete
Then see my Passion Playas, see what's up with the damn weed
Had to parlay, see what's up with my **** bruh
And we smoking skunk, in the clouds till we high as fuck
**** don't get enough, all my **** getting buck
Stop with that bullshit, **** stop acting tough
These **** always wanna play with a **** mind
But they just need to do something with they motherfucking time
I'm a Passion Playa, Passion Corp is where I reside
Come through with that motherfucking fire, **** all the time
So when you see me, gotta come up with some paper
Or y'all find your head missing, with your body with the gators
It's the motherfucking playa creep
Motherfucking playa creep, motherfucking playa creep
I took yo bitch for a fucking week
It's the fucking playa creep, it's the fucking playa creep
It's the fucking playa creep, I took yo hoe for a fucking week
It's the fucking playa creep, **** it's the fucking playa creep
Yeah **** it's the fucking playa, **** it's that fucking playa
I bitch is that playa creep, bitch it's that playa creep
Bitch it's that playa, I'm the fucking playa
It's the fucking playa creep, 8 Ball on a bitch
Written by: Slim Guerilla


