Yeah
Yeah
Y'all some player haters
(Woah woah, Yeah)
Boy y'all some player haters
Boy, Boy, Boy you a player hater, perpetrator
Money maker f*ck that shit
Always hold your ones, don't be the one to hold that gun and shit
One day mommy and daddy, told me, not to go have fun and shit
Said f*ck the rules, and f*ck the school, I told em' that I run this shit
I rap on player hater Beats, I write this shit from A to Z
Last time that I told my dreams, they said that shit was make believe
I told these people, all my secrets, and they did some selfish things
That's the very last time, that I'll tell any one else anything
I gave that girl my heart, she ripped it up, and gave it back in pieces
Playa haters faking, dissing, hating, for no f*cking reason
Money makers pay no mind, they can't fly where the Jesus piece is
I hang with my homies everyday, we treat it like the weekend
Me and my boy Noah, smoking doobies every f*cking day
Call up Rumii savage, boy what's cracking, what's the f*cking play
Lj pull up and serve you, in that twenty sixteen Bathing Ape
Eli stomp you out if you play, my crew come through just like a tank
My mama said son, you burn way to much, go smoke your life away
I told her that I need this shit, it makes me feel some type of way
They couldn't see me, now they see me, man I guess the times have changed
When I cross the street, all eyes on me, please do not look my way
I'll be damned if I don't make it, I might even change my name
To the highest messed with, disrespected, player in this game
Caralot - 2005 Lyrics
Caralot - 2005 Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah
Y'all some player haters
(Woah woah, Yeah)
Boy y'all some player haters
Boy, Boy, Boy you a player hater, perpetrator
Money maker f*ck that shit
Always hold your ones, don't be the one to hold that gun and shit
One day mommy and daddy, told me, not to go have fun and shit
Said f*ck the rules, and f*ck the school, I told em' that I run this shit
I rap on player hater Beats, I write this shit from A to Z
Last time that I told my dreams, they said that shit was make believe
I told these people, all my secrets, and they did some selfish things
That's the very last time, that I'll tell any one else anything
I gave that girl my heart, she ripped it up, and gave it back in pieces
Playa haters faking, dissing, hating, for no f*cking reason
Money makers pay no mind, they can't fly where the Jesus piece is
I hang with my homies everyday, we treat it like the weekend
Me and my boy Noah, smoking doobies every f*cking day
Call up Rumii savage, boy what's cracking, what's the f*cking play
Lj pull up and serve you, in that twenty sixteen Bathing Ape
Eli stomp you out if you play, my crew come through just like a tank
My mama said son, you burn way to much, go smoke your life away
I told her that I need this shit, it makes me feel some type of way
They couldn't see me, now they see me, man I guess the times have changed
When I cross the street, all eyes on me, please do not look my way
I'll be damned if I don't make it, I might even change my name
To the highest messed with, disrespected, player in this game
Yeah
Y'all some player haters
(Woah woah, Yeah)
Boy y'all some player haters
Boy, Boy, Boy you a player hater, perpetrator
Money maker f*ck that shit
Always hold your ones, don't be the one to hold that gun and shit
One day mommy and daddy, told me, not to go have fun and shit
Said f*ck the rules, and f*ck the school, I told em' that I run this shit
I rap on player hater Beats, I write this shit from A to Z
Last time that I told my dreams, they said that shit was make believe
I told these people, all my secrets, and they did some selfish things
That's the very last time, that I'll tell any one else anything
I gave that girl my heart, she ripped it up, and gave it back in pieces
Playa haters faking, dissing, hating, for no f*cking reason
Money makers pay no mind, they can't fly where the Jesus piece is
I hang with my homies everyday, we treat it like the weekend
Me and my boy Noah, smoking doobies every f*cking day
Call up Rumii savage, boy what's cracking, what's the f*cking play
Lj pull up and serve you, in that twenty sixteen Bathing Ape
Eli stomp you out if you play, my crew come through just like a tank
My mama said son, you burn way to much, go smoke your life away
I told her that I need this shit, it makes me feel some type of way
They couldn't see me, now they see me, man I guess the times have changed
When I cross the street, all eyes on me, please do not look my way
I'll be damned if I don't make it, I might even change my name
To the highest messed with, disrespected, player in this game
Writer: Dayton Carey
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