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letra de player - yrn lingo

verse 1: yrn lingo
bring ya daughter we gone slaughter her pull up in a bentley truck she gone be there when it’s time to suck do anything for a quick buck gettn money ain’t got time for it switch a roo them cause i don’t adore them p-ss them to my dawg i buss then down they see how i’m living they come around all this money never bring me down f-ck her one time and run into the next i don’t want ya love just give me yo neck i’m so numb to these b-tches don’t have affections always lookin one direction they always want me to fetch them n-gga u must got me bent oh naw that’s a b-tch

hook: oh yeah you know i’m player 8x
bring ya daughter we gone slaughter her cause my n-ggas we some mobsters we pulling up with them choppers you kno we carry them whoopas eat her up just like a dinosaur (skrt , skrt) into up the door come on baby you should know ima player gotta 5 star u can call me ric flair oh yeah you ima player 8x

verse 2 yrn lingo
these b-tches kno ima player ain’t got no time for no feelings ain’t got no time for no lovey dovey money bussin out the cellins a lot of time that’s wat it took ima player n-gga by the book u cannot stay here u gotta go i don’t care if it’s rain or snow most of these b-tches call me cold hearted benjiman franklin that’s the one who started i don’t wanna lay up with u tonight i just wanna get my paper stack right packing my bags i’m taking me a flight lookin at yo girl i kno that she bussing kissin on that hoe n-gga u disgusting gotta custom made choppa its from russian

hook:
hook: oh yeah you know i’m player 8x
bring ya daughter we gone slaughter her cause my n-ggas we some mobsters we pulling up with them choppers you kno we carry them whoopas eat her up just like a dinosaur (skrt , skrt) into up the door come on baby you should know ima player gotta 5 star u can call me ric flair oh yeah you ima player 8x

verse 3: mango foo
oh yeah u kno ima player i got them cookies for sales i was locked up with no bail then i got out by the sale lil mama gone write nun but tales in the bando wrapping up them bales i f-cked her when the n-gga left left her a couple thousand on the shelf she claim that she a real trap queen i just think she tryna trap me she be chasing me like she the police i be running to the money like athletic f-ck he once and act like ion kno sh-t double cup n-gga rest in peace to pimp c i got b-tches from cali to tennessee they pull up to the trap like its busy b one thang u don’t is don’t trust her one thang fasho is that she f-cking i hit her on the side and u cuffing these b-tches they dirty like rugby working that b-tch like a 9 to 5 i remember when i got denied i slaughter that b-tch hit her friend on the side i apologize lil mama i cannot lie ayyyy

- yrn lingo

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