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Player 2

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke I can't help but make the girl proud and gay Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay Like a hole, she do nothing but dig me I'm like Kurmit the frog, she's miss Piggy She can't leave me alone, like a mother to an infant Like soft soil, I step in her life, leave an imprint I handle her with care, like a fragile antique plate When she express her feelings, I pretend I can relate Never catch me cheatin', I'm a true player I run her, if she's a city, I'm the mayor Your chick left with me, not coming back--runaway You ain't do her right, I took her in like a stray Chicks throwin' me that pussy-cat, do I look like a vet? They call me Super-soaker, the way I get 'em wet My damsels come in pairs, like a set of earings I don't put up with their problems, I ain't a Judge handling hearings Want your chick back, take her, can't get a receipt Funny, how I got you off rhythm, moving to my beat

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