Player

what an a*s.

You bring out your gun

you flash me a smile

say that your kinda player

just stay for a while

 

You ask me to dance

you plead for a bit

but I'm not falling for that

not a dime for your s**t

 

The baggiest clothes

on the barest of bodies

to shotgunning beer

and dancing with hotties

 

I'm not falling for that

your scheme-what a player

try and grind on my side

say that I'll be seein you later

 

So you call me a b***h

what a laugh, you're an a*s

try and mess with my mind

if I chose you'd be last

 

So clean up your act

don't give me your mood

just wipe off that grin

'cause you know that you're screwed.