Letras
The life of a player ain't no simple task
Best believe you gotta watch your ass
'Cause niggas and bitches stay on your shit
Just waitin' for a nigga to hit
But a player like me got my own game plan
And that's why I keep the upper hand
And this is the reason why I sell this
To keep you motherfuckers jealous
They can't cope with a nigga like me
The D, the motherfuckin' G
Now won't you come and catch a grip
And bitch, get my dick off your lip
And tell your niggas to get back
Before somethin' happen like you gettin' pimp slapped
Thinkin' of a true star
You come out with P-L-A-Y-E-R, the player
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The life of a player, straight out the money belt to the bank
The upper high class where a nigga rank
And people always try to say they feel it
Then wanna come with the bullshit
I don't wanna deal with a bitch on a get-rich-quick plan
Tryna make a player be her man
And the niggas on a nut jock role
Bein' a ho for a player, they might as well be on a stroll
Bringin' a K back a fat end
Just so they can be my friend, I don't accept it
I lick you off, but then check it
That's another little nigga who feels neglected
The punk and the bitch and the broke role
Will I ever go back to? (Hell no)
I think I'll stick to the lick that got me rich slangin' this dick
The life of a player
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An old off the street pimp's con game
An old off the street pimp's con game
Player niggas, player hoes, player bitches
Bitches, niggas, the whole nine yards
Try to search for the player on the boulevard
The coolest nigga on the scene
Now he live his life like a king
He never rolls undercover
'Cause yo, he's a bad motherfucker
Thinkin' of jackin' my friends
Hmm, you better think again, nigga
See, few have only been chosen
But this young player has frozen
With a different bitch every night
Bitches give up the pussy because they don't like to fight
And when he's done, they remember the dough
'Cause they know they gotta go
He'll do you now and see you later
That's right, bitch, this is the life of a player
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Hoes up and tramps down, niggas all around
Money in the bank, bitch
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