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e-40 - playa lyrics

[verse 1: e-40]
off the rip, stick to the script, committed to the grit
dollar devoter, paper influence, i’m the sh-t
i’m outchea with the sharks, k!ller whales, and the piranhas
haters hate me like fox news hate obama
in the battlefield they taught me to beast and be a savage
yearly, not just in march, every day is madness
gotta have bounce-back abilities, gotta have get-back sk!lls
its hard to recover after taking a loss like tearing an acl
been through h-ll and back, me and my loved ones done been through it
never show your hand, give up the plan, don’t talk about it, do it
i was laced by the best, i’m blessed, never rest, stay out of mess
with water on my chest, never confess, plead the fifth
used to serve the yola, white, that there yadda, that there a-1
top grade, not the synthetic, swivel or recon
i’m a paper inspirator, not a hater (hater)
solid, ask about me, they’ll tell you that i’m a player (i’m a player)

[chorus: v.t. & (e-40)]
i’m a motherf-cking player, player (a player)
and you a motherf-cking hater, hater (you a hater)
when it comes to these hoes (what you do?)
i pull em with my eyes closed (tell ’em)
’cause i’m a motherf-cking player, player (i’m a player)
and you a motherf-cking hater, hater (you a hater)
when it comes to these hoes (what you do?)
i pull ’em with my eyes closed (tell ’em)

[verse 2: e-40]
uh! i get around, from sunrise to sundown, dusk to dawn
knock a b-tch without throwing a punch, no case or no palms
if i was a pimp, i promise you, brah, i’d be the best p (best p)
have a chinese hoe, nickname her “how much you need”
(how much you need) (how much you need?)
(how much you need?) yeah, how much you need?
(how much you need)
if i told her to get here with the quickness she gon’ cross the seven seas
have an african broad same color as nutella, from kenya
give her a new handle, do what i tell her (do what i tell her)
my italian botch call me poppa (daddy)
love to cook risotto and pasta (spaghetti)
got a daffy from albany, she a white girl (dope)
got the best head in the whole white world (throat)
i keep me a yopper, i keep a yistal (blaow! blaow!)
bullets same shape as a missile (boom! boom!)
talk sh-t like a plumber and get riddled (cack cow!)
leave a hole in your face the size of a nickel (doom! doom! ow!)

[bridge: v.t.]
real players don’t spend a f-cking dime on a b-tch
on a b-tch
real players don’t buy them louis vuittons for a b-tch
for a b-tch
these hoes done lost they minds and these n-ggas need to be fined
’cause n-gga i ain’t giving up sh-t
you done f-cked up the game
y’all done ruined a real n-gga name
the sh-t upside down, it’s f-cked up (f-cked up)
this sh-t upside down it f-cked up (f-cked up)
young n-gga so dumb (so dumb)
make a contribution to the hoe funds
cause they be acting like some good girls
but really just some hood girls
all up in my sheets
man, this b-tch trying to get my cheese

[chorus: v.t. & (e-40)]
i’m a motherf-cking player, player (a player)
and you a motherf-cking hater, hater (you a hater)
when it comes to these hoes (what you do?)
i pull ’em with my eyes closed (tell ’em)
’cause i’m a motherf-cking player, player (i’m a player)
and you a motherf-cking hater, hater (you a hater)
when it comes to these hoes (what you do?)
i pull ’em with my eyes closed (tell ’em)
i’m a motherf-cking player, player (a player)
and you a motherf-cking hater, hater (you a hater)
when it comes to these hoes (what you do?)
i pull ’em with my eyes closed (tell ’em)
’cause i’m a motherf-cking player, player (i’m a player)
and you a motherf-cking hater, hater (you a hater)
when it comes to these hoes (what you do?)
i pull ’em with my eyes closed (tell ’em)

- e 40 lyrics

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