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fat pat - trill type lyrics

[intro: pimp c & otb fastlane]
hold up (oh, oh)
uh (oh, oh)
(i’m a player, player)
what’s happenin’ d+wreck? (ooh, ooh)
(i’m a player, player)
hold up (ah, ah)

[verse 1: pimp c]
since i was seventeen, i been sippin’ on sip (sip)
b+tch n+ggas come through, empty out the clip (clip)
i love old school cars with candy ass paint (paint)
them other n+ggas p+ssy ’cause them other n+ggas fake
you holler you a k!ller, but i know you ain’t no k!ller
i see it in the street, b+tch, i’m a trill ass n+gga
been down since the 80s, puttin’ n+ggas down
lettin’ them motherf+ckers hear all that bass around
i ride in impala, [donk,/don’t][?] pop my collar
comin’ through, the record company want all my dollars
you ain’t got my paper, b+tch, you don’t get no [debt/dap/gat][?]
and i ain’t put my d+ck in none of you rats
’cause rat hoes be talkin’ (talkin’), on the pillow, walkin’ (walkin’)
out that street, with them hoes
[k!llin’ ’em ’bout][?] all your clothes
and your cars, sittin’ on bows
how much you get at shows?
you shouldn’t trust that b+tch, that b+tch will get you [k!lled][?]
[chorus: otb fastlane]
oh, i’ma motherf+ckin’ player, trill type n+gga
real type n+gga, in the field type n+gga
i’ma motherf+ckin’ baller, ball everytime, yeah
knock them doors down, everyday we on the grind
sippin’ drank, boss hoggin’, city of the syrup
hustle city, it get wicked, all that cappin’ get you hurt
i’ma motherf+ckin’ player
(i’m a player, player)
(i’m a player, player)
i’ma motherf+ckin’ player

[verse 2: fat pat]
they be slippin’ out here, ain’t no time for that
since the age of thirteen, always had the gat
who had my back?
when my money attract n+ggas who hung around like flies and gnats
fat pat on the map and that sh+t’s for sure
droppin’ bombs like [outbreak][?] when i hit the door
i’ma freestyle pro, just to let y’all know
breakin’ mics like, sike, n+gga, we gotta go
my sound beat slow when i’m in your trunk
bonafide, big baller, nah, i ain’t no punk
hot slugs what they gettin’ when the grudge is mentioned
feds chasin’, time facin’, all snitches erasin’
intimidation, hesitation, let’s me know that they fakin’
[?] some shakin’ from these n+ggas who done said they be hatin’
plots and [scheme][?] to see a n+gga fall, watch a n+gga ball
twenty+four years in this game, n+ggas [mashin’][?]
[chorus: otb fastlane]
oh, i’ma motherf+ckin’ player, trill type n+gga
real type n+gga, in the field type n+gga
i’ma motherf+ckin’ baller, ball everytime, yeah
knock them doors down, everyday we on the grind
sippin’ drank, boss hoggin’, city of the syrup
hustle city, it get wicked, all that cappin’ get you hurt
i’ma motherf+ckin’ player
(i’m a player, player)
(i’m a player, player)
i’ma motherf+ckin’ player (player)

[outro: otb fastlane]
i’ma motherf+ckin’ baller (baller)
i’ma motherf+ckin’ player (player)
i’ma motherf+ckin’ baller (baller)
(i’m a player, player)

- fat pat lyrics

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