Cher Lloyd Playa Boi
No playa boy can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
Them boys always actin so mean Hands down in the dirt
Don't come clean
Like a hole and a 3 letter donkey
Rule the band, let me teach you something
'Cause your mama never thought you nothing
Cover out could you keep on fighting
Listen up turn it up
Listen up, turn it up.
Chorus:
The playa boy can win my love
The sweetness that I'm thinking of
He got me in the gangsta stands
He needs a rock all the sickest brands
And giving up that bad romance
I make a move nothin left to chance
So don't you mess with me!
Can't touch me liar I'm fire
You and all your trick's expired
You ride really needs new tyres boom boom boom boom TYRES!
You like my kicks let me kick you
Like I twilight fan imma bite ya
Turn around let me cee lo forget ya.
Listen up turn it up
Listen up turn it up
CHORUS
Baby gotta get real (you want me lookin your way)
Imma have to feel (you want me lookin your way)
Baby gotta get real (YEAH GO AND GET REAL)!
CHORUS X2
