Love/Hate to Be a Player Lyrics

(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Ba*s: Walter DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta

Love Love to be a Player.

I'm in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket
Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures
Bitches see me, they wanna be me
And all the brothers run to them 'cause they can't reach me
For real maybe I'm magic, everyone David Coppafeel
Automatically grab it
Diva Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus I'm a jump you like Kneival
in a rush. Please

I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree when it ain't me check me
University teach cla*s dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac
Alls that so wackhiphop hits gone bad but that brag dag, it's temptin
Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin
I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel,
Rock? Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell, smack like
a Bonne Bell
Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that
It's Rap gettin tired
Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don't Blowfish? Hmm..Let me finish, I'm a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit
Damn I did it (what for?)
Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more
'cause this Cracker needs a Jack , need some caramel in the back
And since you askin lick me like Baskin,
Like you Robbin creamwhere you been?
Multitask my a*s like computer blue Year 2
Oh no shoot, Hal's gone crazy Amazing, Grace
Like Jones I'm a giant, Body Y-2-K compliant
Please, I'm ready for 3 grand
Cryogenic freeze, I'm the nations gift for future man
No frozen ske

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