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(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)

Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you

Fly Till I Die

C.L. Smooth

Soul Survivor II

2004

It's Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn
Most definitely ya know what I'm sayin' Mount Vernon
And Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth (true) the brothers

and now I'm feeling kinda groovy
Got to find that chick that got the biggest booty
But she got to have the facial features of Caruchi
Easy sex, she got

here everything is empty
The wind is caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still

here everything is empty
The wind is caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still

here everything is empty
The wind is caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still

here everything is empty
The wind is caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still

here everything is empty
The wind is caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still

like I'm Kubrick 
You're stiffer than a broomstick 
I'm relaxing by the pool with these two chicks who get foolish 
Both have huge tits 
They're social

on your neck
And rub on your upper back
Yack, see I'm a player professionale
I get it up in your body
You scream a extra "ow"
Will her fortune love, ay baby

hear 'bout (for what?)
They talkin' that subliminal shit, tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house (yeah)
Catch

freedom
The sun sets the city on fire
I love the sunsets when I'm on sunset drive
I land at the airport I'm fly
Be my chick for life if you get me chick

I'm Not a Player

Big Punisher

Back & Forth: A Decade Spanning Collection of Hip Hop and R&B

2015

know the repertoire
Step in my car, let's start the menage-a-trois like Escobar
By far, I'm the best at all sex positions
Forget the kissin', I'm

really know the difference
I'm in it like a taxi, your chick wanna bag me
Huh, push it to the limit
Copped the same day and got the windows tinted

Shake that shit
If you're a skinny Chick or you're thick
Shake that shit
I'm from the hood but I'm bouji getting lit
Got him on my time
Ain't

cause I'm all that I need
I'd rather kick it by my lonely cause I don't share my weed
You see most of these niggas 
See they do not know 
Gone call Lil

off my shit
People want to talk but won't fight shit
Pull up to your crib I'm like hi bitch
I don't got a girl I got side chicks

Pull up in a chariot, tryna free all my guys with them slave chains call me Harriet 
Forget makin blue faces I'm makin Tubman's and that's factual

chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex
I hit her with a shirt on cause she got fake breasts, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)

there? (yoo)
I'm praying to God and she praying to me
you could tell by the way she goes down on her knees
slip it with ease
D in her P
watch how I shower

Said that she needs saving but she wants to live and die alone
Whispered by my ear she's 'bout to freak and she wants to go home
MI-M.I.A I told that

Now what's the plan now
Wind it till you gem now
Girl I'm just saying now
Give me give me em now oh she will fell now
Tell them how I ran down
So tell

Getting plays in nations that I can't pronounce 
Got my day to day shit then I'm clocking out
I really thought you would've knew by now
Thought you

bands, taking trips
Hit the dab when I dip
Big wheels like third grade
Add it up yo I'm big paid
I fucked up a check on the third day
And got it back by