Тональность: F# minor
Intro 1
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I'm
Verse 1
a multi -million dollar player
Coming up to fit for a second dollar
C
I'll stow your hands in the air
Oh yeah,
Lil'
T .P.
Em
Sauber is your president
Fuck you, man
Coming down with conflict,
I don't get down
with rhymes that sound so clear
Am
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In the sixth flight, loose
Em
two and a quarter
Nigga, pimp of the year
Top authority, smoking, drink beer all year
count
Hundred stacks, blinded,
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drove like reindeers
Em
Setting up shop on the block,
getting the block hot
For the comic bomb, that chronic that stay lit,
C
bitch, like top flight
Em
We ridin' high, high,
they head to the nine
Eight to the nine, nine, you tell it to my nine
C
You hoes, one more time,
Em
I smoke nothing but the kind
I clean up everywhere like shop signs,
C
I'm steady on my grind
Cause the blood from
Midwest gotta get mine
Em
Then I'm headed to the next state,
cause
Midwest food carry weight
C
And see a way of living,
pimpin' these hoes everyday
Em
Sippin' on brews, stop flight, we rise high
All night we flyin' high,
C
breakin' them off smooth
Em
Party like we used to, with the grill lit
C
We talkin' shit, smokin' on spliffs
Em
C
on different type of hoes
Dumpin' the booze, packin' the filter,
Em
ain't nobody class to party
C
Em
Flyin' high, blew a fender with
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my bitches at the condos
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I mean models flat
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Real players don't fall out over no hoes
And real players won't deal
Em
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and vogue, slam cow like dose, and smoke high grow,
Em
sip on more, dp by the cases,
C
Em
fuckin' big booties and fine faces,
C
Em
seein' different places, ballin' on them bitches,
Rolex on my wrist,
C
Em
presidential kill with ice, nothin' nice,
it's top block, bitch we live longer than life,
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Em
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shit you couldn't imagine, player status,
Em
fuckin' tv stars and beauty pageants,
makin' shit happen with this rappin',
C
livin' our dreams out, smokin' green out,
Em
everyday with players around my way,
still leavin', smackin' hoes and rollin'
J's,
C
So nigga blaze up the green
Em
sticky on that chocolate pie
C
So we can get high and have a ball
Em
Players put platinum plaques
up on they wall
C
Em
Pool parties and booty calls are number
R, y 'all
So get in when you feel it, nigga,
cause it's a flare thing
C
Em
Haters can't hang so by the sides they twang,
that's for smart change
And we been pimpin',
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Em
no sippin', hopefully even drunk and lippin'
C
Nine inches of deep whippin',
Em
got bitches trippin', reminiscin'
When they mention that nigga
Gunn, bitches be fun
Em
Himalayas, I thought I told ya
C
All I wanted to be was a player
Em
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Em
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All I wanted to be was a
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player
Em
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All I wanted to be was a player,
Braids and
Em
Keep my mind on my money
C
and my motherfuckin' shirt
Em
But see my daddy always told me
C
about this cutthroat gang
Em
Watch them jealous player haters
keep your hand on your thing
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Cause they don't wanna
see you havin' shit
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But they better duck cause they don't
Em
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know who they be fuckin' with
Em
Man, I only wanted to be your player
C
Now I'm a big -time hustler,
Yates
Sellin' straight to the cluckers in my
G
neighborhoods off the hook
Am
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Sellin' that shit to make the
Em
feds wanna take another look
Em
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but I ain't trippin' if they wanna jump
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I'm in the liver boom,
Em
clutchin' on my riot pump
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Em
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Ready to dump, it's like pee,
I think they watchin' me
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I hope them hoes don't think that
Em
type of shit is stoppin' me
That he mobbin'
G from
Flinttown to the
Himalayas
C
Em
I thought I told you all I wanted to
Em
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Em
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All that I want is to be with a boy, yeah
Em
C
Em
All that I want is to be with a boy,
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C
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yeah
C
Em
All that I want is to be with a boy,
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yeah
Outro 1
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