Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How To Be A Player, artist - Too Short. Album song The Pimp Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dangerous, EMPIRE
Song language: English
How To Be A Player |
Ayy |
I don’t know what the fuck you niggas thought |
Y’all niggas hollerin' that «pimpin'» 'cause it sound good |
Nigga, back when I was 17, I fuck with my re-up, nigga, I get it out a bitch |
partna |
Man I can show you how to pimp (I really could) |
Betcha you won’t comprehend it (Uh uh) |
Ain’t no pimpin' in your heart, so your heart won’t be in it |
That’s my bitch, she might spread her legs for ya |
But I bet your bottom dollar she won’t have no bread for ya |
Serve 'em Cocktail, yeah, just like my nigga $hort Dog ($hort Dog) |
So need a dollar from my bitch? |
I bet you short, dog |
A jack-of-all-trades (Uh huh,) mack of all sort |
You throw a one, and I throw that ho a fork |
'Cause she done, and well at that |
For you to have her sellin' that like crack |
Back in my day, on highways and byways |
Been up 'bout four, five days |
Get a bank roll out the stank ho |
Then the Chevy burn rubber sideways |
Bitch, if I say (I say) «You on fleek, go pull a trick» |
Go hook your lil ass up with your temper, don’t be arguin' me |
Nigga think they pimpin' 'cause they bitch’ll let 'em borrow a hundred dollars |
Shorty, shit, I need a quarter mil' tomorrow |
I’ll show you how to be a player, swimmin' in these women |
Like a motherfucker (Like a motherfucker) |
Sippin' on that Slurricane (Whoa) |
I don’t chase 'em, I replace 'em, like a motherfucker (I don’t chase 'em baby) |
All these bitches know my name |
I’m a player in the morning, player in the evening (Player) |
Blowin' O.G. |
I know you see it |
Ain’t got time for all the games, I’m hustlin' every season |
(Ain't got time, ain’t got time, ain’t got) |
So you wanna be a player, like Playboy $hort |
I done taught more players than a coach on the court |
It started many years ago before I started to rap |
This player lifestyle, I was born for that |
See one thing about me, I love to spit that game |
Control her brain, make my ho keep payin' |
It was never about the fame, I want the fortune |
We ain’t splittin' shit, bitch, I want the whole portion |
Hoes do what I say, I ain’t gotta force 'em |
Get a brand new Ferrari, 800 horses |
Pimps taught me how to send 'em, before a nigga bend 'em |
You’ll never get a dime if you rush and stick it in her |
So don’t sneeze and don’t cough, tell her «Break yours off» |
Go hard on these hoes, pimp, you can’t be soft |
We in the V.I.P. |
blazin' tree |
Any nigga that’s a hater wasn’t raised by me |
I’ll show you how to be a player, swimmin' in these women |
Like a motherfucker (Like a motherfucker) |
Sippin' on that Slurricane (Whoa) |
I don’t chase 'em, I replace 'em, like a motherfucker (I don’t chase 'em baby) |
All these bitches know my name |
I’m a player in the morning, player in the evening (Player) |
Blowin' O.G. |
I know you see it |
Ain’t got time for all the games, I’m hustlin' every season |
(Ain't got time, ain’t got time, ain’t got) |
I’ll hypnotize a bitch mind, like a Hindu do a cobra |
In my pimp cup I got wine with my lobster from Nova Scotia |
These suckas be killin' me, got my name in they teeth |
Be all in their fillings, just like some teeth |
One thing I don’t like is a liar and people stealin' (Stealin') |
All I think about is survival and makin' millions (Survival and makin' millions) |
My paper bipolar, it’s got its ups and its downs |
I stay with a toaster, never know who around ('Round) |
Baboon pimpin', I be shot callin' (Shot callin') |
Give her the 30 second checkin', for reckless eye-ballin' (Ballin') |
I come from nothin' now I’m somethin' (Now I’m somethin') |
You might wanna wrap your hands around your woman (Around your woman) |
Game 201, never trust a bitch (Never trust a bitch) |
Pussy got you sprung, now you give her chips |
Game 202, never lighten up (Never lighten up) |
Go hard on the bitch and keep a pistol on the tuck |
Got that Rollie on my wrist, yeah |
Cardier’s on Biatch! |
Baby hella thick, ass full grown (Full grown) |
I’ma slide up in it, how you want girl (How you want, girl) |
'Bout to slide up in it, what you want? |
I’ma, I’ma when your girl ain’t home |
But she can get it too and lil' baby at the door, yeah |
I’ma slide up in it, how you want it (How you want, girl) |
How to be a real player |