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Yo what's up?
Coolio in the box, and it don't stop
Hit instinct production
What's your malfunction, nigga?
Replacement's in the house
Yo, I'ma do it

Pelé, born Edson Arantes do Nascimento, is widely considered one of the greatest soccer players of all time. Born on October 23, 1940 in Três

Trance

Lil Wayne

Southside [Clean]

2004

hot 'cause my n- Rodney lace it
Ain't no replacement, it's hot up in the basement
See this the South, comin' crunker than your average
Makes you

have the clothes where them design
In a Paris them find, pun you the video shine
Me don't have no time for them swine
They don't value a dime
So you left

the replacement upon breaking
Stress the environment I'm wastin', I find my mind taking me, back in time
To prehistoric humans living primitive, like swinging

Prostitute

Goldy

In the Land of Funk

1994

you're pimpin', and
Wouldn't have a rat if you were starvin' and limpin', man
All you're doin' is crossin' a real player's game
So you sling caine

younger
Till we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the time was
That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love

Papa was player, player wasn't

didn't keep it real, I swear to God, that'd be the lamest
Girl you fucking with a real one (real one, real one)
Ohoo
I keep it player baby, that's a fact
I

that in there, start me over
Looks alive
This is immortality, I ain't got no rival

Step inside this vocal booth releasing all my pain
Things I deal

Negotiate your value like it's retail
Buying your lust for the vanity 
Hoping your soul value go up in resale
No contact 
Hit my phone  
Just Leave

and fed
When you creep out my sight
Like a thief in the night
Your replacement's over here
This ain't what you wanna hear
But you're playing so it's fair

and fed
When you creep out my sight
Like a thief in the night
Your replacement’s over here
That ain’t what you wanna hear
But you’re playing so it's fair

her
Cousins but she probably
Somewhere fucking
I done heard about you I'm already
Knowing how you move this bitch
Trying to play a player but I played

the boy wises up and kills the man,

(PreChorus)
Looks like it's up to me to find the value in a century,
That feels so long until it's over oh so quickly,

Now there's a squad, thats only got four players
And in jail the other team picks his replacement
They look around and my heart started racing
One

held them down through it all
Now that I value my time
I don't stress over the bullshit at all
Focused on putting money in the vault
You not making no

Yeah
I’m D’ing up
You turning over
The games over
Hip Hop sober
That wack shit is out the door
All day I run this Minnesota
So what’s a matador

A milli won't do you no justice, if put into practice I know that the value might rise,(yeah)

I see you been callin my phone,(aaanh)
If you call me over

through the roof
All them clowns in yo comments but We know the truth
And I'm a always keep it player, I'm a let her choose
But don't be tellin' all these

piano on stage, live while I rhyme
And you niggas can't even bounce
And rap all the time (I think I got it)
I bet Eazy-E is turnin' over in his grave

throwing bread 
Look at my pockets 
Shit looking dead 
Too many prezis 
To count in my head 
Come play with a player 
I'll meet you in bed 

Damn shawty

you deserve
{huu..uuu}
Cause you gave me the light I give you my love as replacement

Chorus:

 Because you win me over really make me wanna, make you

can't vent but I can't bend
To the will of others
I'm not shatterproof, I over rule
I'll just stagger through
Maybe fall back or gather truth
Not mad

to a simpler time
Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care
Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player
Blow the dust off, cough I’m taking off like