| Tell me why they playa hate
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| Steady talkin down cause I’m playa made
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| Just because I’m playa made
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| Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade
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| Now tell me why you wanna hate me
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| Am I your enemy playin close?
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| Tryna take what you like most?
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| Or do I say the wrong things when we be chillin'
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| I got a funny feelin' you trippin' over that bitch that we was drillin'
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| I knew dat she would go my niggas told me so
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| I got proof to show cause I was fuckin' dat hoe
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| And ain’t no tellin' who else was knockin' boots when I left
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| But I ain’t worried about dat cause I got bitches and wealth
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| You got the same theng you got the same game
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| Niggas gotta maintain and let ya motherfuckin nuts hang
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| You bringin plex like a thief in the night
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| Ova 5 dollar bitches now you know dat ain’t riight
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| Tell me why they playa hate
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| Steady talkin down cause I’m playa made
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| Just because I’m playa made
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| Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade
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| Tell me why they playa hate
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| Steady talkin down cause I’m playa made
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| Just because I’m playa made
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| Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade
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| They hatin us why they do us like dat
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| Because we players may take hoes and hold nothin back
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| You lovin deez hoes I’m burnin off on my 4's
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| Sippin' my clo' just got head now you know
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| 10 toes get up or conduct dis pimp
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| Wit the long-stroke ain’t no hoe ya gal peep she’s broke
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| By dis Texas playa who girls try to get me there
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| Look at dat girl starin' at me ova dere
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| Wit dat nigga
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| But I don’t bare dem peepin'
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| Gon by pass my number and keep on creepin'
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| But she seekin'
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| I know when she cum
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| But from the looks of it she just love the way suga daddy ball
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| Tell me why they playa hate
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| Steady talkin down cause I’m playa made
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| Just because I’m playa made
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| Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade
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| Tell me why they playa hate
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| Steady talkin down cause I’m playa made
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| Just because I’m playa made
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| Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade
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| You shouldn’t feel the way you feel about us players we true
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| Dress code stay throwed in everytheng dat we do
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| Floss, ballin big mackin paper stackin at all times
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| All notes and I quote you’ll go broke behind hoes
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| Eyes get froze when the big playa hit the scene
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| Rollin' and somethin you only thought about havin' up n ya dreams
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| And it seems to be the lil' plex and animosity
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| And the baddest broad in the eva chose me the P.A.T
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| But don’t broke against me check the broad not the pimp
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| That’s the way I was raised but fuck dem hoes I’m all about gettin' paid
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| They come a dime or dozen
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| While you was trippin' ova dat other broad I was knowin down her cousin
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| And another and another
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| Phone line steady buzzin
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| Thought I wasn’t the mack of the year now you wrong
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| If you dat crazy bout dat broad you betta keep her at home
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| 'Cause she’ll get gone when she hit my zone, it’s on, it’s on
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| Tell me why they playa hate
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| Steady talkin down cause I’m playa made
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| Just because I’m playa made
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| Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade
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| Tell me why they playa hate
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| Steady talkin down cause I’m playa made
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| Just because I’m playa made
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| Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade |