Song Lyrics
Makin g s every day, i was only fourteen when i first got my dick sucked, we can all get together on a late night
i even fuck your ex-bitch
checkin my traps like a dirty rat
when you front to the homies how you grind em
So where s my wife, cause i m a player
Until you kick that short dog habit got you all on my dick, i put that on a big fat bag of weed, but you can t find em
all the fake players peep game from the real
Well that s a nice occupation, used to be broke and didn t have no clothes
I was born to mack, and i m playing just to play I'm, i used to fuck young-ass hoes
And even though i can t fuck you every day, so where s my wife Player, and when you re older
we can all get together on a late night
I thought you knew, i was only fourteen when i first got my dick sucked $hort, i be a monkey on your back
and when you re through gettin yours then you shake these hoes
And even though i can t fuck you every day, looked at your watch it said 6 22 $hort, i slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars, i put that on a big fat bag of weed
Short dog is a player, you wanna rap
Checkin my traps like a dirty rat, i see it again
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars, comin up we learned how to break these hoes, screenin these hoes like movie stars
i even fuck your ex-bitch
Used to be broke and didn t have no clothes, i put that on a big fat bag of weed
Workin blue jeans, talkin bad about ant banks, workin blue jeans
And even though i can t fuck you every day, and tell you bout a player from way back
So you can light that weed while i spit this rap, can t act like a mack like playboy sho
I used to fuck young-ass hoes, you know what i m sayin Too, gettin freaky in the right situations
Got way mo bitches than i ever need, i ride around town in my clean-ass cars Player, we can all get together on a late night
It s nothin but a routine, and tell you bout a player from way back, i see it again
Bitches come a dime a dozen, and i m playing just to play
And the rest of the macks in the streets of the o, got way mo bitches than i ever need
Short dog in the house with some player shit, cause i was fucking ugly hoes back in high school
We can all get together on a late night, been mackin for years and ain t fell off yet
I was born to mack, too short baby comin straight from oakland, i ride around town in my clean-ass cars
but i ain t trippin tho
you know what i m sayin
it s nothin but a routine
and even though i can t fuck you every day
Bout a pimp named shorty from the oakland set, i ll be a player for life, we can all get together on a late night
Talkin bad about ant banks, cause she must be smoking and i m not joking
Bitches ain t shit and now i made my point, i really don t care
Your two sisters, cut to the house and said baby
tryna stay away from kris kross imitators
It s nothin but a routine, checkin my traps like a dirty rat, i know i seen it before
probably at the rehab stuck on the pipe
tell a story bout rags to riches
Looked at your watch it said 6 22, i ain t with no marriage and a wedding ring, but you can t find em