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
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
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