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[Verse I: ELEE X]
Aye, all up in yo hood like I’m takin’ over…
And all I got is good game and a janky quarter
Survived three waves of haters for my daily quota
ImSo got hose for ho’s like Ray Liotta
…on any given day I smell like a Lonely Lady’s odor
…w/ a hint of Old Spice
Kinda light from skating over…
…and I’m tryna get my feet rubbed
Bigger broads be nice as hell
…besides we all need love
Plus I hate cooking…
…if she wack, I ain’t looking…
I’ma dog, you know my style
…ain’t no shame or shook one
…that be the lil’ scrappy-doo ass lames woofing
Corn-ballers come through and get chains tooken
…or rather chains taken
Showing out
…like they hit gamebreakers
No NBA, jus street shit…
Muhfuggaz ain’t playing
That’s why I’m strapped
Late nights at the train station
Painstakingly pursuing pussy like it ain’t nathin…
Chorus:
Yea, I’m on some player shit…
Tryna get my dick sucked
…get up off that hater shit…
Yea, I’m on some player shit…
Tryna get my dick sucked
Dick sucked,dick sucked,dick sucked
[Verse II: Blakkass Westley]
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[Verse III: Khalfani]
All day, both hands on you because any hour is the time
Like in the shower, where we dine or in the bed with open blinds
Okay I got some thoughts, said she could see it in my eye
I wanna walk up from behind and grab your hips and never mind..
I’ma fuck around and get myself in trouble
Jumping in that puddle, open mind
Im in my own bubble waddup
You wanna make a friend, a gentleman, a gentlethug, or get a nut and fall in lust or fall in love or all above, alright
This ain’t a test, What you desiring? Inspiring to take you to a higher point of reference burning incenses
Let me have everything that I require of you
While you was cooking I was spending time admiring that ass
Finer than the wine you got inside that glass
Playing old school but nothing I do remind you of the past
An everlasting presence from the essence
I ain’t get you high, I uplifted you
And when you riding heads in the clouds this what you listening to …
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