| Let me drop the game if you find your ass frozen
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| Don’t front the player if your girlfriend chose him
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| I don’t give a damn if they in the bed posing
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| Don’t front the player, don’t front the player
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| Rule number one, don’t ever pay a crook
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| That’s page seventeen, paragraph eleven in the player book
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| It ain’t my fault that you’s a fool from the neck up
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| Fell in love, went to work, then gave your ho damn check up
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| Then came home, somebody needs to slap him in the dome
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| He’s a trick, called her twenty minutes late, she was gone
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| Straight game with her, found somebody new running that thing in her
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| Fool, you think she love you ‘cause she bought your ass a wing dinner
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| Beat down the pimp, check your dirt, initiated
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| Tried to run up on that brother when your woman violated
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| Thought you was the man but you a fool when you assumed
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| She left the club with a player, spent your money on the room
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| So I’ma drop the game if you find your ass frozen
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| Don’t front the player if your girlfriend chose him
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| I don’t give a damn if they in the bed posing
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| Don’t front the player, don’t front the player
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| Silly ass suckers fall in love and start dozing
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| But don’t front the player if your girlfriend chose him
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| I don’t give a damn if they in the bed posing
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| Don’t front the player
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| These suckers making false claims, with false game
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| Calling black women out their name with no shame
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| She left your ass for big paper ‘cause she need support
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| Ain’t got no job but somehow she’s sporting every brand new pair of Jordan’s
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| She see you at the door and say, «Who is it?»
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| Then tell a lie and make you leave so her real man can come and visit
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| And when he pull up you be pulling out
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| You pushed back in, stepped to him and get your ass busted in the mouth
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| You got mad wanted to drop her
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| But brother, if your woman want the next man, ain’t nothing you can do to stop
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| her
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| Thought you was real but you’s a fraud
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| Claiming you got game but your girl won’t even let you use her food stamp card
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| Getting steel, you tricking plenty
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| She game with conversation real enough to make you give her change for a penny
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| And after all the games she throwed at him
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| She took his ride and seen him standing at the bus stop and blowed at him
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| Somebody call 991, this boy need to see a doctor
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| Ain’t never been rolled before, let this bitch get on top of him
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| Pussy ain’t your unless you got your dick in it
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| If she gon' fuck she gon' fuck, you can’t go air well with it
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| Don’t be jealous when another nigga tell you he met her
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| And took her home, you know the deal, the same thing when you met her
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| So don’t be sick over that bitch and let her take you the full run
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| Just keep sipping the rum and let her drink the cum
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| A real player like me, __ that bitch up like a blunt
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| It’s obvious to see she’s on a dick hunt
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| She need to be fucking for a fee and not for free
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| A bloodhound bitch and I don’t need the itch
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| And you can keep the crabs for yourself, I don’t want no parts of it
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| Ain’t even gonna speak on it, if you like it I love it
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| Wrap that up in a Christmas gift and put a bow on it
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| And if anybody ask you, tell ‘em Point Blank rode it
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| Don’t Front the Playa |