| Ayy
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| I don’t know what the fuck you niggas thought
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| Y’all niggas hollerin' that «pimpin'» 'cause it sound good
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| Nigga, back when I was 17, I fuck with my re-up, nigga, I get it out a bitch
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| partna
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| Man I can show you how to pimp (I really could)
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| Betcha you won’t comprehend it (Uh uh)
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| Ain’t no pimpin' in your heart, so your heart won’t be in it
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| That’s my bitch, she might spread her legs for ya
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| But I bet your bottom dollar she won’t have no bread for ya
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| Serve 'em Cocktail, yeah, just like my nigga $hort Dog ($hort Dog)
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| So need a dollar from my bitch? |
| I bet you short, dog
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| A jack-of-all-trades (Uh huh,) mack of all sort
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| You throw a one, and I throw that ho a fork
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| 'Cause she done, and well at that
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| For you to have her sellin' that like crack
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| Back in my day, on highways and byways
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| Been up 'bout four, five days
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| Get a bank roll out the stank ho
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| Then the Chevy burn rubber sideways
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| Bitch, if I say (I say) «You on fleek, go pull a trick»
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| Go hook your lil ass up with your temper, don’t be arguin' me
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| Nigga think they pimpin' 'cause they bitch’ll let 'em borrow a hundred dollars
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| Shorty, shit, I need a quarter mil' tomorrow
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| I’ll show you how to be a player, swimmin' in these women
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| Like a motherfucker (Like a motherfucker)
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| Sippin' on that Slurricane (Whoa)
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| I don’t chase 'em, I replace 'em, like a motherfucker (I don’t chase 'em baby)
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| All these bitches know my name
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| I’m a player in the morning, player in the evening (Player)
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| Blowin' O.G. |
| I know you see it
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| Ain’t got time for all the games, I’m hustlin' every season
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| (Ain't got time, ain’t got time, ain’t got)
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| So you wanna be a player, like Playboy $hort
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| I done taught more players than a coach on the court
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| It started many years ago before I started to rap
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| This player lifestyle, I was born for that
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| See one thing about me, I love to spit that game
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| Control her brain, make my ho keep payin'
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| It was never about the fame, I want the fortune
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| We ain’t splittin' shit, bitch, I want the whole portion
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| Hoes do what I say, I ain’t gotta force 'em
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| Get a brand new Ferrari, 800 horses
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| Pimps taught me how to send 'em, before a nigga bend 'em
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| You’ll never get a dime if you rush and stick it in her
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| So don’t sneeze and don’t cough, tell her «Break yours off»
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| Go hard on these hoes, pimp, you can’t be soft
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| We in the V.I.P. |
| blazin' tree
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| Any nigga that’s a hater wasn’t raised by me
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| I’ll show you how to be a player, swimmin' in these women
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| Like a motherfucker (Like a motherfucker)
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| Sippin' on that Slurricane (Whoa)
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| I don’t chase 'em, I replace 'em, like a motherfucker (I don’t chase 'em baby)
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| All these bitches know my name
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| I’m a player in the morning, player in the evening (Player)
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| Blowin' O.G. |
| I know you see it
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| Ain’t got time for all the games, I’m hustlin' every season
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| (Ain't got time, ain’t got time, ain’t got)
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| I’ll hypnotize a bitch mind, like a Hindu do a cobra
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| In my pimp cup I got wine with my lobster from Nova Scotia
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| These suckas be killin' me, got my name in they teeth
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| Be all in their fillings, just like some teeth
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| One thing I don’t like is a liar and people stealin' (Stealin')
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| All I think about is survival and makin' millions (Survival and makin' millions)
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| My paper bipolar, it’s got its ups and its downs
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| I stay with a toaster, never know who around ('Round)
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| Baboon pimpin', I be shot callin' (Shot callin')
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| Give her the 30 second checkin', for reckless eye-ballin' (Ballin')
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| I come from nothin' now I’m somethin' (Now I’m somethin')
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| You might wanna wrap your hands around your woman (Around your woman)
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| Game 201, never trust a bitch (Never trust a bitch)
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| Pussy got you sprung, now you give her chips
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| Game 202, never lighten up (Never lighten up)
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| Go hard on the bitch and keep a pistol on the tuck
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| Got that Rollie on my wrist, yeah
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| Cardier’s on Biatch!
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| Baby hella thick, ass full grown (Full grown)
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| I’ma slide up in it, how you want girl (How you want, girl)
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| 'Bout to slide up in it, what you want?
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| I’ma, I’ma when your girl ain’t home
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| But she can get it too and lil' baby at the door, yeah
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| I’ma slide up in it, how you want it (How you want, girl)
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| How to be a real player |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How To Be A Player , by - Too Short. Song from the album The Pimp Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп