Artist: Dayton Family f/ Esham
Album: F.B.I
Song: Player Haters
(Car honks)
-Girl, bring yo muthafuckin ass on, I ain't got all day! Come on
-Muthafucka, don't be rushin me! Here I come, damn!
-(mumbling)
-Damn, always playin and shit, just bring yo muthafuckin ass on. Shit!
-(normal) What's up?
-Shit
-Oh, well what you wanna do today?
-Nigga, it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot
-Oh, ain't nothin wrong with that if I got it, you know what I'm sayin?
-Hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick?
-Hmm, what's this?
-This that Dayton Family. Shit, nigga, that shit is tight
-What? This bullshit? Get this shit out my car! We ain't playin no Dayton
Family. Naw, they ain't even happenin
-Fuck you, nigga. You's a muthafuckin playa hater
[Shoestring]
No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang
So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change
I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good
I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood
I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's lovin this ghetto cock
You slip and slide, I be hittin em with this demon drop
You perpetrate me, playa hate me, bitch, I started you
I brung you in this bitch, and now he switch, he wasn't true
I.D.'s a snitch, who rolled back on that liquor store
To the click that snitched on Matt, betta watch yo back cause you got to go
Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're my enemy
Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend to be
My fuckin nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall
I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you try it nigga
Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation
You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation
Knockin out yo wind, I'm so high I see a fuckin kite
Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then I'm outta sight
Used to be my niggas, but you niggas wanna playa hate me
Comin out your ??? is the muthafuckin A-V-E
Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar
Betta ask that hooker, I get snotty as a fuckin booger
Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game
Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater
No love for hoes, cause they some muthafuckin playa haters
Album: F.B.I
Song: Player Haters
(Car honks)
-Girl, bring yo muthafuckin ass on, I ain't got all day! Come on
-Muthafucka, don't be rushin me! Here I come, damn!
-(mumbling)
-Damn, always playin and shit, just bring yo muthafuckin ass on. Shit!
-(normal) What's up?
-Shit
-Oh, well what you wanna do today?
-Nigga, it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot
-Oh, ain't nothin wrong with that if I got it, you know what I'm sayin?
-Hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick?
-Hmm, what's this?
-This that Dayton Family. Shit, nigga, that shit is tight
-What? This bullshit? Get this shit out my car! We ain't playin no Dayton
Family. Naw, they ain't even happenin
-Fuck you, nigga. You's a muthafuckin playa hater
[Shoestring]
No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang
So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change
I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good
I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood
I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's lovin this ghetto cock
You slip and slide, I be hittin em with this demon drop
You perpetrate me, playa hate me, bitch, I started you
I brung you in this bitch, and now he switch, he wasn't true
I.D.'s a snitch, who rolled back on that liquor store
To the click that snitched on Matt, betta watch yo back cause you got to go
Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're my enemy
Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend to be
My fuckin nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall
I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you try it nigga
Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation
You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation
Knockin out yo wind, I'm so high I see a fuckin kite
Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then I'm outta sight
Used to be my niggas, but you niggas wanna playa hate me
Comin out your ??? is the muthafuckin A-V-E
Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar
Betta ask that hooker, I get snotty as a fuckin booger
Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game
Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater
No love for hoes, cause they some muthafuckin playa haters
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