Lyrics:
a player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted
A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted
With a forty in hand I'm a take a stand
I'm lettin' em know
yeah)
Bipolar on my wrist, (bipolar) yeah
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar)
Bru, bipolar gang diamond tennis chains on huge (yeah,
Two thousand and two! (Lookin like a tennis player)
Representin the Wu! (You gangsta nigga?)
Two thousand and two! (You? You isn't!)
Representin'
And the pistols right next to him cousin
I'm a player having sex with dozens
Sex with cousins, hoes dissed with husbands
That's what's up
My pants down and her
the names they advertise from the station
Stand. With cold print hands.
Symphony word-player, I'll be your headline.
If you catch me another time.
my miles in
I kinda want her but she think I’m player
I keep tweaking and texting her later
Invite her to dinner the meal it was catered
She thinks I
dame dinero // Quiero Benjis, Bennys, ropa tennis + fuck nickles, dimes, 20's, pennies //
I BE MAKING MY MONEY, AIN'T NOBODY ABOVE ME + ONLY GOD THAT
and his wife Melinda donated over $36 billion to charity.
3. “Everyone needs a coach. It doesn't matter whether you're a basketball player, a tennis
the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a week
Nikes like a nigga had a tailor
Always be dead fresh and I just get cause I'm a player
Catch me in ben hill or cuttin' hoes up in Decatur
Always ridin'
Professional sucka ducker, duckin' suckas
Got more game than Dave and Buster's (Dave and Buster's)
Ever since I came up outta the uterus and the placenta (what
bitches
Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious
That'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request
And believe that, everythang I
Think you the greater one
Gotta put you on the fader son
Cut your ass up see you later
Gotta drop till your praying nigga
You ain't a player hust
(Don't flatter yourself, you were never even a player)
Oh my god, if you witnessed
All the times, that I killed this
You'd be all up, up in my
Never gon play a nigga
Down for whatever, now and forever
Any type of weather, till the call of masire
A boss real player got no love for haters
Give no
still not attached to the bitch, she done sent like 30 nude attachments
I'm steady getting sticky, Sporting Dickies, I'm a player draft pick me
I'ma get
a professional instigator
Talking all that shit just so you can See me later
Sneaking out the house
Sneaky link like we both children
But you feel forever young
gay or nothing, but she said I got too much pride
I should've went professional, but fuck it, I still provide
Shoutout my niggas, showing me love from
How about a singer
Ooh, I want to be a professional piano player
Wow We can do anything we want
the president of your fan club
Leave them players all behind like a bad love
Girl I want you to know
I can't get you out of my head
My head my head (I can't
loaded down with Hoobastank
Don't be a tape player hater girl were groovin' to Hank
Hey, I'm a country man
A city boy can't do the things I can
I
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
a automatic
I ran down your block and popped a crack addict
Speakin' in tounges since I was young; I tote a uzi
Professional hitman, pop you and your floozie
the player
Not the game y'all hating the game, mane
You know what I'm talkin' about?
It was so cold, mane is that, you know
A motherfucker can't stop seeing me
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