girl) Mercedes, you bitch, you still fucking with Jacuan, huh? (Mercedes) Bitch, you mean to tell me you still got time to play on my phone? You need
Traduzione: Mercedes. Stop Playing on My Phone.
Holla at a playa [x4] Holla at a playa But if you a faker holla at me neighbor But don't holla at my neightbor neighbor Holla at a playa [x4] Holla
stop my voice and opinion, here's a card and my phone extension Not to mention I ripped up four tickets to the Grammy awards I had pasta with my new team and my
I have a dance?' ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my
homes in dreams a teen And now my mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all
a basketball game (YA) Holla At A Playa (x4) Holla At A Playa but if you a faker Holla at me neighbor dont holla at my neighbor neighbor YA Holla At A Playa
Beside, ?Can I have a dance?? Ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms Across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my
life nigga Check Verse 1: I got ten round my neck Twenty on my wrist Million dollar luck ah Million dollar kiss Pull up in my Lexus Sippin on Don
on his tires Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones And concerts in the Superdome Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator Sport
And the phone just won't stop screaming Please leave my party now in peace Cause undercover comes so naturally Overdone and dull routine Cause they tap
Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen my load, got a world of trouble on my mind lookin' for a lover who won't blow my cover, she'
rather stay and play ?Cause I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So ladies (Yeah) Ladies (Yeah) Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes
know I can go on and on (tell em) like a freight train into the early morning (tell em) fast as a mother fucker (come on man) break backs on these mother
the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song
on it that's wording to my mother gotta get it one way or another I put that on my brother I'm out here on the come up [Chorus]
