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letra de too player - g man & bris

[intro: bris]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus: bris]
never post a b-tch on ig, i’m too player for it (i’m too player)
how the f-ck you say that you a p? you be payin’ for it (you a payer)
i’ma put a body on this gleek and trade a cater for it (i need a cater)
lookin’ at that trackhawk, but i can’t afford it
whole team eatin’ good, ain’t no doubt about it (uh-uh)
you wasn’t gettin’ money in that trap, you just sat around it (you just sat around it)
i just bought a mac and it came with a strap around it (with a strap around it)
you wasn’t with us on that drill, so don’t ask about it

[verse 1: bris]
you said it’s bad for me, what’s same for you when we see each other?
i’ma set it off with this glizzy, you like meet the f-ckers
and i bust in a b-tch mouth like she eatin’ gushers
glizzy jams ’cause it’s same color as some peanut b-tter
at the trap house, servin’ cream to the dope fiends
the strap out sittin’ on my knees like your bo-jeans
yeah, i’m married to the team, you get no ring
i ain’t hear the phone ring, baby, i’m off codeine
i ain’t hear the phone ring, i’m off percocet (i’m off perky)
you can’t name a sucker, i ain’t try to murder yet (try to hurt him)
lil’ b-tch a prostitute, that mean she work the s-x (what)
catch me on the blade, gettin’ paid ’cause i’m worth the check (cause i’m worth it)
pop the top on the wock, in a soda pop
how you from this block, lil’ brody and you know the opps
n-gga talkin’ like he hot, i let him hold the glock
and i’ma hold this chop, ’cause i know this b-tch hold a lot
[chorus: bris]
never post a b-tch on ig, i’m too player for it (i’m too player)
how the f-ck you say that you a p? you be payin’ for it (you a payer)
i’ma put a body on this gleek and trade a cater for it (i need a cater)
lookin’ at that trackhawk, but i can’t afford it
whole team eatin’ good, ain’t no doubt about it (uh-uh)
you wasn’t gettin’ money in that trap, you just sat around it (you just sat around it)
i just bought a mac and it came with a strap around it (with a strap around it)
you wasn’t with us on that drill, so don’t ask about it

[verse 2: g man]
tell your b-tch to wipe me down ’cause i’m fresh as f-ck
hottest in my city, n-ggas mad ’cause they ain’t catchin’ up
you ain’t the homie, hit that room, n-ggas said too much
b-tches always choosin’ on the gang ’cause they know that we up
and i don’t f-ck with nerd n-ggas ’cause they group troop
i’m always in my mode, talk my sh-t when i’m up in the booth
never got pressed by a soul, they know it’s the truth
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout they sn-tched my chain, who the f-ck is you?
lil’ baby wanna eat some d-ck, well hop in the coupe
i bust all in her mouth, she know i’m the dude
i’m ridin’ ’round with them demons, they actin’ a fool
you know i’m gettin’ to the money, ain’t worried ’bout you (ay, ay)
i’m from the 10, i’m just tryna win
all my brothers comin’ home from the f-ckin’ pen
n-ggas ain’t really from the hood, they some f-ckin’ fans
flock is on, slide through and you gon’ get fanned
[chorus: bris]
never post a b-tch on ig, i’m too player for it (i’m too player)
how the f-ck you say that you a p? you be payin’ for it (you a payer)
i’ma put a body on this gleek and trade a cater for it (i need a cater)
lookin’ at that trackhawk, but i can’t afford it
whole team eatin’ good, ain’t no doubt about it (uh-uh)
you wasn’t gettin’ money in that trap, you just sat around it (you just sat around it)
i just bought a mac and it came with a strap around it (with a strap around it)
you wasn’t with us on that drill, so don’t ask about it

- g man bris

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