Player (feat. Paper Lovee)

Lyrics

Yeah
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 Yeah, stay player, stay player
 Keed, talk to 'em
 Who get in the booth and go hard as I go?
 Elliot diamonds, this water for sure
 Hundred round chopper, I'm shootin' it for sure
 Black 30 round clips, extensions at the show
 These pants Off-White but I Gucci'd the coat
 That hoe extra bad but not chasin' no hoe
 So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe
 Front and backend, we rockin' the shows (Keed, talk to 'em, let's go)
 Stay player and I'ma stand on it (stay player, stay player)
 All type of layers, yeah, designer padded
 This a Benz coupe, yeah, 4Matic (4Matic)
 Pull to the block, leave a tragedy (let's go)
 Slide on the block with some sticks
 They don't cha-cha, they had a bad day
 I fuck on these lil' bitty bitches and I kick 'em out, they know it's they last day
 Ain't talkin' no motherfuckin' cheddar but I ran it up and I got fast paid
 These bitches, they love me, they just wanna suck on my dick, and they give me foreplay
 I'm on a Percocet pill, I don't wanna fuck, I just want all face
 Niggas be talkin' that internet beefin' but we gettin' the drop where y'all stay
 Niggas be talkin' that internet beefin', we spray up your house, you need AllState
 Diamonds they wearin', it's all fake
 Your main bitch be choosin', that's always
 Who get in the booth and go hard as I go?
 Elliot diamonds, this water for sure
 Hundred round chopper, I'm shootin' it for sure
 Black 30 round clips, extensions at the show
 These pants Off-White but I Gucci'd the coat
 That hoe extra bad but not chasin' no hoe
 So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe
 Front and backend, we rockin' the shows
 Bitch, I'm Set to the casket
 And I'm with Keed, S-L-I-M-E
 So niggas, you know it's a slatt set
 I'm on the Leer jet where you should be (where you should be)
 'Cause I got the Kel-Tec, nigga, .223
 Had to slow down but you know I'ma speed it up
 Keed told me drop me a verse, I'ma eat it up
 Baby Ruger in my pocket, only hold six shots
 Six niggas runnin' up, I'ma make six drop
 We ain't with the funny stuff, we the type to get guap
 You ain't talkin' money, bro, chopper make your lip lock
 Smokin' out the Ziploc, I don't even get high
 Tryna serve in my lane, lil' nigga, I won't let 'em get by
 Say you runnin' the game, lil' nigga, you don't tote a big guy
 I ain't heard from a thing, I'm stackin' it up on the Smith side
 Big thot, bitch wanna take her a dick ride
 Told her spend her time on the dick like she 6'5"
 I don't let shit slide, catch you on the flip side
 Everybody runnin' in the house when them chips out
 You tripped out now 'bout your hoe should've never let your bitch out
 Like a Thanksgiving dinner
 But your hoe gon' gobble gobble every time I have my dick out
 And she ain't fuckin' on the slime, then she gettin' kicked out (set)
 Who get in the booth and go hard as I go?
 Elliot diamonds, this water for sure
 Hundred round chopper, I'm shootin' it for sure
 Black 30 round clips, extensions at the show
 These pants Off-White but I Gucci'd the coat
 That hoe extra bad but not chasin' no hoe
 So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe
 Front and backend, we rockin' the shows
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:31
Key
8
Tempo
140 BPM

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