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lil b – emotional player lyrics

(hook : lil b)

all i wanna do…
all i wanna do… (i like you)

(verse 1 : lil b)
i’mma keep it real about this b-tch i love
going straight to the song break the swishers up
every n-gga know whats up, she got handcuffs
yeah i love you girl, but im tryna f-ck
she say im moving fast, life is fast
moving at the slow pace on the freeway, you crash
b-tch keep asking bout the monkey on my back
b-tch i’m clean as ever, drugging hard forever
made a bet to myself, i’mma be rich forever
n-ggas misssed they time i ain’t gon’ miss it never
when girls see me shes seen a god
rip mac dre we gon’ keep it live
i go so hard on a b-tch, i cried
call me ep, emotional player
we handcuff the b-tch , i love her hair
got the keys to the city cause she f-cked the mayor
im lil boss…
its lil b

(hook : lil b)
all i want is youuuuuu
i’mma tell you about..

(verse 2 : lil b)
i was thinking bout when n-ggas was thugged out
he ain’t got no b-tches, too much stressing
strapped up mugging, was no guessing
don’t want the game i’mma teach you a lesson
respect to the b-tch if she pay yo bills
love your house and your neighbors will
n-ggas talk that sh-t till the game for real
ain’t gon’ fall back, n-gga i came to k!ll
hardhat n-gga cause i came to drill
n-ggas playing with me like im dr. phil
feel me? and you fresh prince
maybach ’62 with the dark tints
n-ggas don’t really know till you gotta live it
feel me? happy thanksgiving
you feel me? i been robbing dealers
45 cap peeler
lil boss

(hook : lil b)

(verse 3 : lil b)
moving too slow, get your -ss burned
it ain’t no perm it ain’t your turn
its word from god, let the indo burn
get clapped from the back like the game over
break it down b-tch cause my game overt
dressing up with the italian shirt, n-ggas like me
i be pushing dimes at work
till i got legal, i don’t live illegal
ain’t gon catch me in jail because my money low
big money make her jealous, this dummy go
i’mma put six in where the money go
i go hard on the sucka, where my money go?
late night in the hood letting hundreds blow
and celebrate motherf-cker if you had fonk before
i come from the west where they let nothing go
i had to tell you suckas let my nuts go

lil boss
you feel me? and keep that motherf-cking dro

(hook : lil b)

- lil b lyrics

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