Текст песни Player - Paper Lovee , Lil Keed
Yeah
Yeah,
stay
player,
stay
player
Keed,
talk
to
'em
Who
get
in
the
booth
and
go
hard
as
I
go?
Elliot
diamonds,
this
water
for
sure
Hundred
round
chopper,
I'm
shootin'
it
for
sure
Black
thirty
round
clips,
extensions
at
the
show
These
pants
Off-White
but
I
Gucci'd
the
coat
That
ho
extra
bad
but
not
chasin'
no
ho
So
many
whips,
yeah,
eeny
miny
moe
Front
and
backend,
we
rockin'
the
shows
(Keed,
talk
to
'em,
let's
go)
Stay
player
and
I'ma
stand
on
it
(Stay
player,
stay
player)
All
type
of
layers,
yeah,
designer
padded
This
a
Benz
coupe,
yeah,
4Matic
(4Matic)
Pull
to
the
block,
leave
a
tragedy
(Let's
go)
Slide
on
the
block
with
some
sticks
They
don't
cha-cha,
they
had
a
bad
day
I
fuck
on
these
lil'
bitty
bitches
and
I
kick
'em
out,
they
know
it's
they
last
day
Ain't
talkin'
no
motherfuckin'
cheddar
but
I
ran
it
up
and
I
got
fast
paid
These
bitches,
they
love
me,
they
just
wanna
suck
on
my
dick,
and
they
give
me
foreplay
I'm
on
a
Percocet
pill,
I
don't
wanna
fuck,
I
just
want
all
face
Niggas
be
talkin'
that
internet
beefin'
but
we
gettin'
the
drop
where
y'all
stay
Niggas
be
talkin'
that
internet
beefin',
we
spray
up
your
house,
you
need
AllState
Diamonds
they
wearin',
it's
all
fake
Your
main
bitch
be
choosin',
that's
always
Who
get
in
the
booth
and
go
hard
as
I
go?
Elliot
diamonds,
this
water
for
sure
Hundred
round
chopper,
I'm
shootin'
it
for
sure
Black
thirty
round
clips,
extensions
at
the
show
These
pants
Off-White
but
I
Gucci'd
the
coat
That
ho
extra
bad
but
not
chasin'
no
ho
So
many
whips,
yeah,
eeny
miny
moe
Front
and
backend,
we
rockin'
the
shows
Bitch,
I'm
Set
to
the
casket
And
I'm
with
Keed,
S-L-I-M-E
So
niggas,
you
know
it's
a
slatt
set
I'm
on
the
Leer
jet
where
you
should
be
(Where
you
should
be)
'Cause
I
got
the
Kel-Tec,
nigga,
.223
Had
to
slow
down
but
you
know
I'ma
speed
it
up
Keed
told
me
drop
me
a
verse,
I'ma
eat
it
up
Baby
Ruger
in
my
pocket,
only
hold
six
shots
Six
niggas
runnin'
up,
I'ma
make
six
drop
We
ain't
with
the
funny
stuff,
we
the
type
to
get
guap
You
ain't
talkin'
money,
bro,
chopper
make
your
lip
lock
Smokin'
out
the
Ziploc,
I
don't
even
get
high
Tryna
serve
in
my
lane,
lil'
nigga,
I
won't
let
'em
get
by
Say
you
runnin'
the
game,
lil'
nigga,
you
don't
tote
a
big
guy
I
ain't
heard
from
a
thing,
I'm
stackin'
it
up
on
the
Smith
side
Big
thot,
bitch
wanna
take
her
a
dick
ride
Told
her
spend
her
time
on
the
dick
like
she
6'5"
I
don't
let
shit
slide,
catch
you
on
the
flip
side
Everybody
runnin'
in
the
house
when
them
chips
out
You
tripped
out
now
'bout
your
ho
Should've
never
let
your
bitch
out
Like
a
Thanksgiving
dinner
But
your
ho
gon'
gobble
gobble
every
time
I
have
my
dick
out
And
she
ain't
fuckin'
on
the
slime,
then
she
gettin'
kicked
out
(Set)
Who
get
in
the
booth
and
go
hard
as
I
go?
Elliot
diamonds,
this
water
for
sure
Hundred
round
chopper,
I'm
shootin'
it
for
sure
Black
thirty
round
clips,
extensions
at
the
show
These
pants
Off-White
but
I
Gucci'd
the
coat
That
ho
extra
bad
but
not
chasin'
no
ho
So
many
whips,
yeah,
eeny
miny
moe
Front
and
backend,
we
rockin'
the
shows
1 Balenciaga
2 Nameless
3 Red Hot
4 All By My Lonely
5 Where I'm From
6 Water By G
7 Don't Do No Playing
8 What I Do
9 Player
10 Blackout
11 Ain't Seen My Face
12 Say Something
13 Wop Remix
14 Definitely
15 Smack On God
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