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Wiz Khalifa Ft Young Deji – Player Shit Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Ft Young Deji – Player Shit Lyrics
Wiz Khalifa Ft Young Deji – Player Shit Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Ft Young Deji – Player Shit Lyrics. La musica de Harry Fraud
Drinkin’ out some [?]
Fuckin’ orange juice

It ain’t the time for games
She got a whole lotta clothes in my place
Switch up your mind frame
No fallin’ off, keep your mind in the game
Now you got finer taste
Drinkin’ that [?] as we watchin’ the waves
We never partin’ ways
You with me forever, no this ain’t no phase
Hop in my [?] top Chevy
Them aces and deuces and tres
Don’t hesitate with my paper
She bring it through every ocasion
Don’t gotta tell the girl shit
Go out and get it, they do it by nature
If she see one outside
Then she gon’ bring me a new money maker
Lotta dibs

But none like my bottom bitch
Do what she got to just to get it
And she proud of it
It’s time to ride, she gon’ be right there, beside me
Lame nigga ain’t convinced
Lost his bitch, ain’t seen her since

Hangin’ off that ribbon, I come through (I come through, oh, oh)
Ridin’ down the strip (Ridin’ down the strip, oh, oh)
I pay attention, on high alert (On high alert, oh, oh)
Money I gotta get (Money I gotta get, oh, oh)
All my niggas stay one hunnid, they’ll never change up (Oh)
Gotta drive (Gotta drive), so I get too lit (Too lit)
Real player shit

Too player, no keys, we gotta push to start
Tryna stay lowkey, but they know who we are
Star, lost connection with the bitch that I met at the bar
Fuck it, miss one next and choose who gon’ set the bar
I can stay anywhere I wanna stay (Ooh woah)
You can say, anything you wanna say (Ooh woah)
Make sure where you at, it’s not in my way (Way)
If you work this hard then you can come and play (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
‘Cause I’m focused (Oh, oh, oh)
We noticed (Oh, oh, oh)
We run it (Oh, oh, oh)
See us when we ride through

Hangin’ off that ribbon, I come through (I come through, oh, oh)
Ridin’ down the strip (Ridin’ down the strip, oh, oh)
I pay attention, on high alert (On high alert, oh, oh)
Money I gotta get (Money I gotta get, oh, oh)
All my niggas stay one hunnid, they’ll never change up (Oh)
Gotta drive (Gotta drive), so I get too lit (Too lit)
Real player shit

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

As if it wasn’t already easy enough (Easy enough)
There you have it (There you have it)
Young legend (Young legend)
And still legend (And still legend)
I came a long way from that block with Sledgren
Down the streets with my big brother Chevy Woods
When a lotta niggas wouldn’t even come to the hood (Come to the hood)
Stayed solid when others fold (Stayed solid when others fold)
That means we still got the same principles, morals and same code
Even though we all got kids and got a little bit older
I know [?] smilin’ like a mug when he look down to see us
Lookin’ at how we hustle heavy, and how we rep the Taylor Gang
‘Til we made it out of our circumstances
Now there ain’t no lookin’ back, even if we wanted to
Only movin’ forward

Constant pressure bein’ applied with the understandin’
that this a legacy we leavin’ behind
Lotta bumps on the road but shit, I ain’t perfect
If you love me, you love me for who I am
Not who you want me to be
No one said the journey was gon’ be easy
But they said it’ll be worth it
So I’ma enjoy every minute of it
With the people I consider very important, huh
That’s VIP, oh yeah

So instead of countin’ wins, we countin’ blessings
Trustin’ in God to show me the correct path instead of stressin’
Fool, only L I’m takin’ is a lesson
Big Pimpin’

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