Artist: Fiend Album: The Addiction Song: Why Iz U Playin' Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah, F-I Sleepy Eyed Jones up in here Mic up mic check, check this out ya heard me [Fiend] 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 [Hook] 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 [Fiend] 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 [Hook] [Fiend] 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 [Hook] (*talking*) Why is you playing with me Come on man, you playing girl