| Real, I feel you need a man in your life child
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| Somebody black, baldheaded plus buckwild
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| They call me Trick Daddy Dollars
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| A real woman scholar
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| If a players what you want lil’momma holla
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| Yeah, I’ma holla through, you looking good
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| So Trick what you wanna do I asked my girls if all the player talk was true
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| They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move
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| Now can I be your lover
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| Don’t bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends
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| Unless you planning on me staying yeah
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| I get my freak on, plus my back strong
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| No more sad songs for long girl your daddy’s home
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| I’ll be your player
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| I need a player
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| Someone who’s gonna treat me right
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| (If a players what you want lil’momma holla)
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| So Trick you a player Boo
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| I like your game if you want I’m available
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| I’ll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh
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| I’ll get you hot when my lips touch your spot
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| I’ll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop
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| You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit'?)
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| Trick Daddy Dollars
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| I turn you on when I touch your chest
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| And you turn me on when you kiss my neck
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| Nothing less than deep penetration
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| Anticipation, lets make it happen, I’m sick of waiting
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| Daddy, you know you possess the key
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| So where you want it Right here on the side of me
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| I’ll be your player
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| I need a player
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| Someone who’s gonna treat me right
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| (they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)
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| I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night
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| (If a player’s what you want lil’momma holla
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| See I suduce you wit’your legs up First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on Then I continue when you draw straw
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| Make your heart be stoning til’you climb the wall
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| You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet
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| It’s my treat so baby girl?
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| Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant
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| And while I’m serving, I’ll slap you up a serving
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| Half the thugs wouldn’t do the things I do
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| I’m on my knees so please just let me taste you
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| Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter
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| Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam
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| I’ll be your player
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| Chorus until fade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'll Be Your Player , by - Trick Daddy. Song from the album Based On A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп