Why Iz U Playin' - Fiend

Yeah, F-I Sleepy Eyed Jones up in here

Mic up mic check, check this out ya heard me

Take her from the hood, hit em with the wood

Whip em with the jug, send em on they way just like you should

That’s the working, of the Sleepy Eyed Jones

From under water New Orleans, I keep her mind gone

Dropping paper, on my books

Like it was time, and if you don’t want it now then want it noon

Summer time up in June, she was lying with a dude

Said she was buying shoes, she was lying in the nude

In the Playboy mansion

In my bed just jump in and dancing, that’s to be old fashioned

She took no time, to seduce me

Told her head right, I’ll take you to Gucci

A purse a hat, fuck it rake up the luggage

Come on the road with me, girl I’ll cut your ass off balling

Stelma, with out all of the Evans

Dressed in C and D, nothing less if she with me

Say bitch, why is you playing with me

I keep the baddest broads, and finer designings with me

Yeah I break bread, come to the Bahamas with me

Heard of my hood tales, and line under the sticky

So Ms. why is you playing with me

Why is you playing with me, why is you playing with me

So Ms., why is you playing with me

Why is you playing with me, why is you playing with me

I got em smelling sexy, out of the Southern Ward

Thick in the ass, expensive heels no panties on

Only wanted to do it, when the cameras on

Bad lil' mama no stallion, a amazon

Smoke pine like I do, meet me anywhere

Dressed trench coat Jimmy Choo, can’t even lie to you

She licked a lollipop, up and down promise you

Got my homies like man, wish I was you

Growing a cat, I had to buy a mitt

Take a long boo, I’ll buy some dick

Hold up, appreciate my arrogance

Some’ing bout me being from the swamps, and scandalous

Ends up with her saying, I can’t handle it

My response, fiend for the money I’m managing

Beat it up for now, later on you balancing

Now rub it where it hurts, now see what you playing with

I’m the only one in the car, backseat got 18's

Interior trim, the same color as baby shit

I can’t lie, the watch make the ladies get

Lying, saying I was always they favorite

Young nigga, with a eighty-thousand dollar truck

Trunk full of speakers, backseat is where a nigga fuck

Underneath me, got four 22's

The truck is one day old, they showing it on the News

Flow is, impeccable

If she close to the speaker baby, it’s sexual

Out of her M-60 jeans, get us to fiend

Lay down her Chloe bags, spread it out throw it back

Thick and firm like a stripper, make it burn just to hit her

I’m just lying, that’s the line that I pitch her

Nigga in his prime, and a lil' richer

If she flirt I’ma get her, she ain’t fucking I’ma dick her nigga

(*talking*)

Why is you playing with me

Come on man, you playing girl