Mean Green Lyrics - Better Player lyrics

Better Player lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:Mean Green Lyrics
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Yeah man
These niggas always comin up to me
Talkin bout
How do I feel about this bitch
And that bitch, and what do I think
Man... know what I tell these niggas?
Man I aint trippin on you and your ho, man
Got my own bitches
I got my own hos, nigga

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Now I dont really care aboutcha Benz
Or ya light-skinned bitch
Could give a fuck who ya tell
You dont like this shit
The fact still stands
You got one girlfriend
And I feel like
The whole world pimp
I cant be like you
You always actin fake
I could tell you how much
A real mack can make
A million dollars aint shit to spend
I get some new hos, and get it again
So dont tell me, whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept, by a rich ho?
Bitch ass nigga, tryina lic me a lic
She better pay me right now
If she wanna get some dick
I told you, got the game from the old niggas
Every time I park my car, I come to gold-diggers
With the E asy Pussy sign, on display
If you lookin for some money
Dont come this way

[Hook: Too $hort]
You couldnt be a better player than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like Platinum Pete
I be fuckin hos every day of the week

You never could be a better player than me
Even if you rolled in luxury
I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak
You never could be a better player than me

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Now I dont really care aboutcha phone book
You think youre pimpin
Ya chillin at the club
With all ya women
You lyin on ya dick, save the drama
Got my eye on ya wife, and ya baby-mama
Cause you snoozin (You know the rules pimp)
Ya bitch is choosin (You bout to lose them)
Yellin, getcho ass in this car bitch!
But Im much too fast with this hard dick
Short Dogg took ya broad, it just cant be
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Your bitch sucked me n fucked me n then she thanked me
I know the whole story, you aint servin it right
Ill probly slide by, and put some work in her night

[Hook: Too $hort]
You couldnt be a better player than me
Even if you roll in luxury
I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak
You never could be a better player than me
Biatch!

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
Now I dont really care
If you fucked the richest bitch on Earth
You could be a gigolo and couldnt get more work
Cause Im a player from way back
Taught by the best, no way you could say
That I was short like the rest
Of yall half steppin, lil dick wanna-be big-wheelers
Got a bad case of the Syphilis
In the studio, youre make-believers
In real life, youre more like, they cant foresay this
You rushin to the scene, savin hos
Every time you come across them, crazy folks
You cuff em, hurry up and get em to safety
But sooner or later, the bitch gotta face me
Cause I put the game d own from the start
And you aint nothin but a dumb-ass mark
And do yo thang, and watch me do mine
Get the bitch on the phone
And lets see whos lyin
Nigga

[Hook: Too $hort]
You never could be a better player than me
Even if you roll in luxury
I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak
You never could be a better player than me
Biatch!

Couldnt be a better player than me
I know you couldnt be a better player than me
Biatch!

Couldnt be a better player than me
Even if you did it every day of the week
I know you think you got it like Platinum Pete
I be fuckin hos every day of the week

You never could be a better player than me
Even if you roll in luxury
I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak
You never could be a better player than me

[Echo to fade]
Biatch!