Lil Keed feat. Paper Lovee – Player (Official Video)

Lyrics “Player” performed by Lil Keed feat. Paper Lovee

Who get in the booth and go hard as I go
Elliot diamonds, this water for sure
Hundred round chopper, I’m shootin’ it for sure
Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show

These pants Off-White but I Gucci’d the coat
That ho extra bad but not chasin’ no ho
So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe
Front and backend, we rockin’ the shows

Stay player and I’ma stand on it
All type of layers, yeah, designer padded
This a Benz coupe, yeah, 4Matic
Pull to the block, leave a tragedy
Slide on the block with some sticks
They don’t cha-cha, they had a bad day
I f**k on these lil’ bitty b**ches and I kick ’em out
They know it’s they last day

Ain’t talkin’ no motherf**kin’ cheddar
But I ran it up and I got fast paid
These b**ches, they love me
They just wanna suck on my d**k
And they give me foreplay
I’m on a Percocet pill, I don’t wanna f**k
I just want all face versuri.online
N**gas be talkin’ that internet beefin’
But we gettin’ the drop where y’all stay
n**gas be talkin’ that internet beefin’
We spray up your house, you need AllState
Diamonds they wearin’, it’s all fake
Your main b**ch be choosin’, that’s always

Who get in the booth and go hard as I go
Elliot diamonds, this water for sure
Hundred round chopper, I’m shootin’ it for sure
Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show
These pants Off-White but I Gucci’d the coat
That ho extra bad but not chasin’ no ho
So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe
Front and backend, we rockin’ the shows

B**ch, I’m Set to the casket
And I’m with Keed, S-L-I-M-E
So n**gas, you know it’s a slatt set
I’m on the Leer jet where you should be
‘Cause I got the Kel-Tec, n**ga, .223
Had to slow down but you know I’ma speed it up
Keed told me drop me a verse, I’ma eat it up
Baby Ruger in my pocket, only hold six shots
Six n**gas runnin’ up, I’ma make six drop
We ain’t with the funny stuff, we the type to get guap
You ain’t talkin’ money, bro, chopper make your lip lock

Smokin’ out the Ziploc, I don’t even get high
Tryna serve in my lane, lil’ n**ga, I won’t let ’em get by
Say you runnin’ the game, lil’ n**ga, you don’t tote a big guy
I ain’t heard from a thing, I’m stackin’ it up on the Smith side
Big thot, b**ch wanna take her a d**k ride
Told her spend her time on the d**k like she 6’5
I don’t let s**t slide, catch you on the flip side
Everybody runnin’ in the house when them chips out
You tripped out now ’bout your ho
Should’ve never let your b**ch out
Like a Thanksgiving dinner
But your ho gon’ gobble gobble every time I have my d**k out
And she ain’t f**kin’ on the slime, then she gettin’ kicked out

Who get in the booth and go hard as I go
Elliot diamonds, this water for sure
Hundred round chopper, I’m shootin’ it for sure
Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show
These pants Off-White but I Gucci’d the coat
That ho extra bad but not chasin’ no ho
So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe
Front and backend, we rockin’ the shows…

➤ Written by Lil Keed & Paper Lovee
Album: Keed Talk to ‘Em
Lil Keed & Paper Lovee 2019

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