Lyrics:
your giving out your number 3 times a day
Your a player, baby, the real mccoy
Last week I saw you with my homeboy
Now you want to tell me, I'm the one
You my star player (Mami you my number one)
Im not tryin player her (Mami you my only one)
You my star player (Mami you my number one)
Im not tryin
have mercy, father help us all
Since you supplied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin', kickin' back
Got
this, Killuminati
(Toss it up!)
Lord have mercy, father help us all
Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
Time for action,
have mercy, father help us all
Since you supplied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin', kickin' back
Got
pack, bust it open
With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
Slang soufleer home decorater, player
I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
Selling weed and making pill runs
Number one desire now
Is to have it when the bills come
Who you Trust
People say that trust will get you killed
So will
ain't gon' pull that trigger
He ain't never ever killed no nigga
Who gon' shake sum, who gon' shake sum?
Who gon' take sum, who gon' take sum?
Mask
commandments
Don't hate the player
Just hate the game
You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same
What you gonna do when they come for you?
When they come
Don't hate the player just hate the game
You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same
What you gonna do when they come for you?
When they come for you?
it
Big booty number 1
number 1 number 2
number 2 number 9
number 9 number 8
number 8 number 7
number 7 number 4
number 4 number 1
number 1 big booty!
kind of sick when you’re
Watchin’ your partner get killed
Straight pimped off the Earth dyin’ over turf
That the other man owns but
Us youngsters don’t
like I'm Fabo
You not a J-Lo, you a OK ho
Shut the fuck up before I beat it on my table
Number one rule in the Player's Book
Never cuff a bitch that
The poker-player worked hard
He often played the right card
As number one he became decadent
So the gambler took over the tournament
The chess-player
Kicking shit just like a pimp I'm on my player shit
This a day up in the life I prolly made your rent
Just me and Tito star we doing shit out Puerto
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
can't trust me
Can't trust you
Women lie men lie numbers don't lie
Never tell a lie if you put it on my life
I'm a player so are you
You can't trust me
She da one, my number one girl
Number one
I vow to put another girl in front her
Huh huh
Best believe a player's heart she has concord
Believe that
She say ""You a player"", I say ""Who?"",
Girl number 7 dey my back (Ororo),
I no fit miss when I shoot my shot (shoot my shot),
She say you got so
with two cents would know I'm
A hardcore player from the streets
Rapping about hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different than
SLiC Water
Baby look at you
You not number two
You my number one
You my number one
If I had to choose
I would choose you
You my number one
You my
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