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Gotta be a player, gotta be a star | I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre | Gotta be a player, gotta be a star
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star Every time I ride by, they like "Who is y'all?" Yup, it's all grown, yup, it's all clean Pimpin' by the pound, know what I mean? City of young law, I'm jacking some skin Made it from the bottom, everybody know me Cuban diamond bad boy, fresh on the jeans Cats so smooth, just so mean You from the slum, it's a boss in the place Motherfucker step, yeah, tell it to his face Gotta be a star, look where I'm are Rep where you from, ain't too far P-G-H, it's Pistolvania, bang you from afar Boy won't play with the gauge in the saw Gotta be a player, gotta be a star Made it out of nothing so I gotta be a star, ya dig? Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Yeah, yeah I gotta stay high so I keep a Dutchie rolled up Plus I keep it pimpin', see me grippin' all this dough up When I ride by, trunk beatin', sittin' comfortably Yeah, I'm so fly, you got no choice but to look up to me Music like crack so I move it like weight Money on my mind, grind 25/8 A long white tee, Akademiks on my jeans My fitted gotta lean, that's how I get it, ya mean? I gotta be a player, I gotta be a star I'm dodgin' all these haters plottin' on my downfall I couldn't understand what all this hittin' 'round's for So I got my paper up and stayed the fuck from 'round y'all So if you hustle hard, keep a couple grands on Big knots with the rubber bands on All the shorties wanna put they hands on You gotta be a player, you gotta be a star Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star Gotta be a soldier, gotta, gotta stand tall Gotta get money, gotta ball 'til I fall Gotta cop cars, splurge at the mall Get my shine on, rock jewelry and all Streets ain't safe so I gotta play it raw This is motivation, haters, get on your job 22-Inch chrome on my Cadillac, dawg Since I was 16, I've been stackin' money rolls Got a lot of paper, yeah, I got a lot of hoes I spit for the ghetto chefs cookin' on the stove And them D boys trappin', movin' heavy blow Spark up the smoke so I can get blow Only smoke kush or some goddamn purp Problems with my team then them gats gon' squirt 32 Shots, homie, that's gon' hurt Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre Gotta be a player, gotta be a star I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre
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