Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - Gotta Be Playa lyrics

rate me

Man, know what I'm sayin?

Hold up (hold up)

I-10 connected

Know what I'm sayin? (know what I'm sayin?)

S.A. Town to H-Town (H-Town)

Holla at me when I touch down

Gotta, gotta be playa, gotta be a star

Gotta be playa, gotta be a star

Gotta be playa, playa, star

Gotta be playa, playa, star

Got to be playa, playa, star

Hold up baby

Chamillitary, hey (hey)

Your broad lookin chocolate, broad showin me boppin this

Autograph her pad and now she tellin me "you forgot my chest! "

Sittin high on top of this (uh), ready steady choppin it's (uh)

Taller than a Webster, you could call it Papadapolis (man)

Ain't nobody stoppin this, bootleggers jockin this

Flow that I got like Block E-N-T was droppin this (Joc)

Take my time to drop with it, never come with sloppiness

A million dollar swagger, you should pay me for my cockiness (yeah)

Even at the Swishahouse, was still, still tippin

They say Koopa like Jordan and Chamill like Pippen (ballin)

Steel wheel grippin, hit the curve, my wheel chippin

Still pullin up on you boys like Chamill ain't trippin (trippin)

Know the city, know the state, hit the club to show my face

Know the haters is gon' hate, streets tell me I'm old and great

Take your woman on a date, bone your Mrs. on the lake

Ego gettin large and I don't really think that it's gon' deflate (hold up)

Gotta be playa made

Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made

Gotta be playa made

Maybe I'm a crawl on fours

Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made

Famous!

Huh, I gotta be playa (though)

They say I'm a dog, get a broad and I play her (a ho)

They say I'm a star, so I'm sharp as the razor (bro)

Crease in your jeans, button up and a blazer (damn)

Me I keep it gangster, real playas ride chrome (chrome)

Still tall T with some Locs like Tone (Tone)

Them fours not threes and they poke like moan (moan)

With the 'E' in the middle (oh), now you caught on (slow man)

I'm throwed off the dome (dome), bad with a pad (pad)

Them monkeys on my ass and them hoes gon' sag (yeah)

Say you get money and them hoes gon' laugh

Say you with Chamilli (-tary mayne) and them hoes gon' smash

I'm from a city you ain't heard about (210)

Soon as the word get out, like Mixtape Messiah Trey, +Get Ya Burners Out+

Huh, I'm from the 'Ton ('Ton)

And I'm fittin to be a star like Joan (Joan)

Tippin down, payroll lookin swoll, you don't want to be my nemesis (no)

Man I'm as cold/Cole as the sole on some Kenneth kicks (huh)

Vehicles and rims in all black like the Jena Six

Vehicles is black and got buttons like a Genesis (Sega)

First we put the silver, then the apple on the fender

Refrigerator automatic, curtains on the wind-a (for real)

Intercontinental, still grippin on the timber

Plus the pinky ring is the equivalent to Denver (huh?)

Ballin like a mother that's a real large Nugget

Carmelo yellow pinky, cost a real large budget

Stack the 26's and it still not rubbin

Passed on a million yesterday and I'm still not budgin (mayne)

Texas players love to brag, Texas players love the slabs

Pull the car from off the lot, Ernest 'bout to color that

Gators slap another bath, lookin like a hovercraft

Kick the groupies out but they keep comin back

(Got diamonds, got to be exposed, you know I)

Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made

(Throw, throw some candy on my doors, you know I)

Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made

(Drop, drop the top when I crawl slow, you know I)

Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made

Maybe I'm a crawl on fours

Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made

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