Kunci: F# minor
Intro 1
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I'm
Verse 1
a multi -million dollar player
Coming up to fit for a second dollar
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I'll stow your hands in the air
Oh yeah,
Lil'
T .P.
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Sauber is your president
Fuck you, man
Coming down with conflict,
I don't get down
with rhymes that sound so clear
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In the sixth flight, loose
Nigga, pimp of the year
Top authority, smoking, drink beer all year
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Hundred stacks, blinded,
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Setting up shop on the block,
getting the block hot
For the comic bomb, that chronic that stay lit,
they head to the nine
Eight to the nine, nine, you tell it to my nine
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I smoke nothing but the kind
I clean up everywhere like shop signs,
Cause the blood from
Midwest gotta get mine
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Then I'm headed to the next state,
cause
Midwest food carry weight
pimpin' these hoes everyday
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Sippin' on brews, stop flight, we rise high
All night we flyin' high,
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Party like we used to, with the grill lit
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We talkin' shit, smokin' on spliffs
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on different type of hoes
Dumpin' the booze, packin' the filter,
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ain't nobody class to party
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Flyin' high, blew a fender with
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I mean models flat
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Real players don't fall out over no hoes
And real players won't deal
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and vogue, slam cow like dose, and smoke high grow,
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sip on more, dp by the cases,
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fuckin' big booties and fine faces,
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seein' different places, ballin' on them bitches,
Rolex on my wrist,
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presidential kill with ice, nothin' nice,
it's top block, bitch we live longer than life,
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shit you couldn't imagine, player status,
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fuckin' tv stars and beauty pageants,
makin' shit happen with this rappin',
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livin' our dreams out, smokin' green out,
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everyday with players around my way,
still leavin', smackin' hoes and rollin'
J's,
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So nigga blaze up the green
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sticky on that chocolate pie
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So we can get high and have a ball
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Players put platinum plaques
up on they wall
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Pool parties and booty calls are number
R, y 'all
So get in when you feel it, nigga,
cause it's a flare thing
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Haters can't hang so by the sides they twang,
that's for smart change
And we been pimpin',
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no sippin', hopefully even drunk and lippin'
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Nine inches of deep whippin',
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got bitches trippin', reminiscin'
When they mention that nigga
Gunn, bitches be fun
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Himalayas, I thought I told ya
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All I wanted to be was a player
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player
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All I wanted to be was a player,
Braids and
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Keep my mind on my money
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and my motherfuckin' shirt
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But see my daddy always told me
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about this cutthroat gang
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Watch them jealous player haters
keep your hand on your thing
see you havin' shit
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But they better duck cause they don't
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know who they be fuckin' with
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Man, I only wanted to be your player
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Now I'm a big -time hustler,
Yates
Sellin' straight to the cluckers in my
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neighborhoods off the hook
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Sellin' that shit to make the
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feds wanna take another look
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but I ain't trippin' if they wanna jump
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I'm in the liver boom,
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clutchin' on my riot pump
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Ready to dump, it's like pee,
I think they watchin' me
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I hope them hoes don't think that
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type of shit is stoppin' me
That he mobbin'
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Flinttown to the
Himalayas
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I thought I told you all I wanted to
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All that I want is to be with a boy, yeah
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All that I want is to be with a boy,
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yeah
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All that I want is to be with a boy,
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yeah
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