cher lloyd
playa boi
No playa boi can win my love It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of Them boys always acting so mean Hands down in the dirt, don’t come clean Like a whole and a three letter donkey (Donkey) Ring the bell, let me teach you something 'Cause your momma never taught you nothing Call Pharell, 'cause you keep on “Fronting” (Fronting) Listen up, turn it up Listen up, turn it up No playa boi can win my love It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance He need to rock all the sickest brands And give me love, not a bad romance I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance So, don’t you mess with me Can’t touch me, liar, I’m fire You and all your tricks expired Your ride really needs new tires (Vruuuum, tires) You like my kicks? Let me kick ya Like a “Twilight” fan, Imma bite ya Turn around, let me Cee-Lo “Forget Ya” (Forget ya) Listen up, turn it up Listen up, turn it up No playa boi can win my love It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance He need to rock all the sickest brands And give me love, not a bad romance I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance So, don’t you mess with me If you want me looking your way Baby, gotta get real If you want me ready to play Imma have to feel If you want me looking your way Baby, gotta get real Yeah, go and get real No playa boi can win my love It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance He need to rock all the sickest brands And give me love, not a bad romance I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance No playa boi can win my love It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance He need to rock all the sickest brands And give me love, not a bad romance I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance So, don’t you mess with me