Snap Lyrics - Playing With Fire - Kevin Federline

[Chorous] 

See I'm done with this two-step 

Man I just snap, Man I just snap, Man I just snap 

And I ain't callin up for those drinks no more I just snap 

Man I just snap, Man I just snap 

And I ain't hollin at these ho's no more I just snap 

Man I just snap, Man I just snap 

And they know when it's time to go I just snap 

Man I just snap, Man I just snape 

[Verse 1] 

When I say jump, You better start leapin' 

When I say crawl, Then you better start creepin' 

As soon as I hit the club, The weed smoke lingers 

I don't say shit, I just snap fingers 

Kev Federline and a whole set of dimes 

'Cause Benjamin Franklin is a good friend of mine 

I know your mad 'cause your girl wants to watch me 

But I hate haters like the fucking paparazzi 

Sit back and watch me, 'Cause you can't stop me 

I'm drinkin French Connection, blowin on Broccli 

You got lil dough, I got cake with no iceing 

K-Federline, I snap like Mike Tyson 

[[Chrous]] 

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[[Verse 2]] 

When I snap my fingers, Then your heads the target 

Everywhere I go they drop the red carpet 

I'm the pancake man, Fuck a hand shake man 

I snap my fingers and nod my head 

Girl make me happy and please make it snappy 

I give you an order, you better run like an athlete 

When Kev touchdown like the endzone 

Snap, Valet man park the Ento 

Without a scratch, and it's a fact 

The rap game was locked, Until I broke the latch 

Please, remember the name K-Fed 

And I ain't even drunk, the media want Kev dead 

Twistin' up every little word that Kev said 

Well tell them fuckerazzis they can give Kev head 

I snap like they do in Atlanta 

Peep, the ice care, Got Juelz like Santana 

[[Chorous]] 

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[[Verse 3]] 

I ain't tryin to get to yell and shit 

So when you hear that snap, then get the hell in the whip 

And chickenheads they scare me, Tryin' to get near me 

Like "Kev you still married?" 

Yeah bitch, you can holla' and call security 

I'm sick with 10 mills, the only thing that's curing me 

Yeah, I'm hotter than a pizza oven 

Magazines drop the lies and I precede the clubbin' 

I'm poppin' bottles, all the models, like to see me comin' 

All you ladies pay attention I'll teach you somethin' 

Louis Vaton from my feet to my arm 

If your broke than your probably thinkin' I'm speakin' in tongue 

[[Chrous]] 

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