RPP Lyrics

Players never, play, players, play, players never

Players, players, players never

Play, play, play, players never

Players, players, play, players never

Real pimp playa, bitch I'm the maker

Off white tape around your body, see ya later

You a faker, I'm a undertaker

Walk with a limp, I'm the mystic pimp player

Kick your back door like baby what you want, yeah

On the map, ho I'm all around the globe, yeah

Why they talk so much I had to go, yeah

Why they talk so much I had to, ay

Walked up back with stick when I'm off at the rip

When the clock gon' tick then my Glock gon' hit

Might as well split your ribs, we gon' throw them guns

When I'm off this spliff let's go

Hit em with a Uzi, let a full mag go

Shoot another movie on my tarantino flow

Watch how I move, I'ma hold my tool

I'm lighting this body up just like a stove

Ay, who's your god

He don't fuck with you at all

Ay, please don't get involved

Provoke me and I'll cut your top

Ay, I done seen it all

Ay, I done done it all

Talk back, ho and I'ma have to fuck your broad

I don't give no love if you ain't bout my payments

Come in shawty let me get a little taste then

I'm smoking only strong I'm feeling out of space, yeah

Roll me two more blunts and then I get inside the spaceship

Popped a few more beans I had to climb up out the mud

Chopped em' underneath so I just hung em' on the hood

They talking too much strictly bout that action better shush

I'm too faded off this buzz

No remorse I gut your slut

Real pimp playa, bitch I'm the maker

Off white tape around your body, see ya later

You a faker, I'm a undertaker

Walk with a limp, I'm the mystic pimp player

Real pimp playa, bitch I'm the maker

Off white tape around your body, see ya later

You a faker, I'm a undertaker

Walk with a limp, I'm the mystic pimp player