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price & symba - players club lyrics

[chorus]
left hand steerin’, right hand on my freak
gotta keep my blam+blam under the seat
my mama said don’t let ’em catch me slip
’cause it’s players’ club, somebody just got stripped

[verse 1]
now, i ain’t talkin’ women when i say strippers
i’m talkin’ certified door kickers
i know a few, but i ain’t sayin’ names
’cause they still outside the club, sn+tchin’ chains
i know it’s hard to get a job, be a felon
rent due, baby mamas, ain’t no tellin’
uh, he eatin’ cup of noodles, tryna shake the feeling
ayy, get on the ‘gram, n+ggas postin’ all at fleming’s
he hit his mans like, “i got a play, let’s get ’em”
we gon’ walk up like fans, sh+t, he won’t know what hit him, no
but he refused, now it’s a man down
them boys ain’t lose no sleep, they took his jewelry downtown
it’s players’ club, i keep my—

[chorus]
left hand steerin’, right hand on my freak
gotta keep my blam+blam under the seat
my mama said don’t let ’em catch me slip
’cause it’s players’ club, somebody just got stripped
[interlude]
well, people are getting very fed up with these robberies
so they’re starting to fight back, they wanna hold on to their valuables
unfortunately, the people they’re up against, these are gang members, they are armed, they use force

[verse 2]
he got his ski mask, got his pole
got some evil thoughts when he broke (i want more)
hurry up and buy, he can’t take no more
my little bro just went o+dog in the store
ayy, he left with two hundred eighty+five dollars out the door
but we gotta take them high risks when we livin’ low
in la, they cotton+pickin’, they just hit the gucci store
while she on figueroa, gettin’ funded for her coochie hole
okay, truth be told, this sh+t be gettin’ sick
uh, some n+ggas k!lled the legend right inside her crib (rip)
pray to god, grab a guard, keep the stick
and just protect yourself ’cause you might get stripped, stripped, stripped, stripped
i keep my—

[verse 3]
since edd slowed up, everybody’s down
my young n+ggas wild, they’ll rob you and skip trial
take your cuban link and sell it for a few pounds
so if you don’t wanna die, get down and don’t make a sound
runnin’ ’round with these women went out of style
they post a story every time you take ’em out the town
i mean, we seen it all, my n+gga, your rolex got vvss and them cartier frames ain’t cheap
you in the airbnb they ran in last week
in the hollywood hills like hotels ain’t cheap
feelin’ like you gotta slide to get your name back, n+gga
call uncle snoop, see how to get your chain back, n+gga

[chorus]
i keep my—
left hand steerin’, right hand on my freak
gotta keep my blam+blam under the seat
my mama said don’t let ’em catch me slip
’cause it’s players’ club, somebody just got stripped (on me)

[outro]
i’m paying extra money to live in a safer neighborhood in la, but then again, i still don’t feel 100% safe

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