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Too Short - Player for Life lyrics
Gotta be a player for life, gotta be a player for life [3x] (That's right) Gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life [Too $hort:] Smob to the tip, I feel no guilt She's young and she's fine and she bout to get peeled I know you heard why, no need to tell You lookin at a certified P.F.L. You wanna be like me? I don't think you can Your girlfriend loves you, need to be her man She never told you how she was a Too $hort fan She kept it to herself, you wouldn't understand I met her at the mall when she was mad at you She said, gimme a call and I was glad to That night, I gave your girl a ex tab.. .. the best sex she ever had [Chorus:] I gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life [2x] [Too $hort:] It'd be nice to wake up to some little smilin faces Sayin, "Daddy" - instead of bein in wild faces Smokin fatties, fo' hoes in my Caddy Each one willin to have me Sometimes you want my life, sometimes I want yours I'm tryin to find a wife and you tryin to find whores Which one of us is lookin in the devil's eyes? I'd settle down if I could have seven wives But that's illegal, and everywhere we go We roll through the town takin every ho And of course, we show no remorse I'm doin one-twenty with your ho in the Porsche [Chorus] [Too $hort:] 'Til death do us part, with all yo' heart It was love - right from the start But could you do it - would you change yo' life And get married, stop runnin game every night? Ex-player with his wife and kids Lookin happy; I wonder if he really is I would hate to be committed even though I ain't wit it Still out in the streets tryin to get it It's hard for a man with access to one vagina To be faithful, when she's so much finer Than his wife - she seen it comin He fell in love with another woman [Chorus] [Too $hort:] I keep comin back to the same thought Fallin in love'll throw the game off You let her get to you, you know you still care But I was raised by them real players I try to tell the homies fuck the party This player lifestyle ain't for everybody You gotta make your own choice - it's yo' life How would it be without yo' kids, and no wife? Wakin up with a tramp - you don't like Nigga, you better hear what I'm sayin on the mic You wanna be a pimp, you better go back home Leave them tramps alone, you know you wrong You wrong. [Chorus 2x] |
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