Lyrics:
Hustlas, ballers, players yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop one love, one love
I was raised in the inner
on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words
Hop on these tracks n I jus spill my thoughts
Claim you a boss but be falling for thots
Scared of the light I feel safe in the dark
We got like 5
it from my cock I don't feel shit
So check me the original joe pesky freak the sexy
I got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop
look good,
Sitting on top of your hood
You don't complain
Bout all them other chicks I be having
Cause you be helping me grab em
Your jewelry made by
surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin'
Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang
break up girl you gotta come back, and that's - what?
Just in case you didn't know I'm not your average Joe
Come and ride with a player girl I keep it
a new track
Now that's a player that I
Always wanna be like did dirt
Went to church and lived the street life
Ask Short, ask Snoop
We gon' tell you
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
times three
Gotta change my sheets cause your girl got too excited by the sight of me
Now she wanna make a DVD
Wait, no cap I ain't got time for that
could never play a player
Since you wanna play these games how bout you buy yourself a Sega so
You can look real salty when I'm whipping a Bentayga
I take
Ceaser, go ask your homie how I'll leave you
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't play around with real G's
Quick
weed in my drawer
Got them bomb seeds in my garden
Valley Girl, Dolly Parton
If that shit don’t be poppin’
Got them dope fiends in Compton
Got my niggas
growth spurt hit (it don't matter 'bout the size)
I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap ('cause you're here, right?)
I got "Freshman Player
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
be selling hoes hope
How you niggas getting by with no dough?
She don't ask me for shit cause I'ma tell her bitch no
I be riding around with big shit
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
the grind don't stop
King plays chess but a pawn plays checkers
A rock even turns into diamonds under pressure
I just wanna put you on
I ain't here to lecture
fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, its not a game, me B, I ain't playing
Beep behind me player, so you here anyway
You don't hear what
pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like mice for traps
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't
see no insert disc
Then the topic drops
Let me see the credits on your track list
Trust I don't get enough credit imma blacklist
No cap
Stats getting
horny cause its devilish
That's word to 3Stacks
Blinded by the lust of the flesh
Don't wanna see that
These Soul Ties make the soul cry
Memories about one
look good,
Sitting on top of your hood
You don't complain
Bout all them other chicks I be having
Cause you be helping me grab em
Your jewelry made by
I wanna be rich to go secular
and sign on the dotted line for the wealth
But that's when I felt Holy Ghost come upon me,
Trying to call me, tell me
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