Player 1
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
She don't act up, but she's so bad, discipline
Put her in time-out, punishment, a great beatin'
When I'm hittin' her good, she calls me daddy
I'm her trophy, showcase me, friends wish they had me
Too easy, always give it up, her man call it robbery
Termite, loves wood, told me have my log handy
Do what I order, like a puppet, no-strings-attached
Not a crook, but like a purse, your chick got snatched
Not intimate, gold-digger, money makes her cum
It's me, her, and a bag of money, three-sum
You got flushed-down-the-drain, but I'm the crap, feces
You're gone, don't make 'em like me, endangered species
Got fire-wood, leave the 'coochie' smoking like a Newport
Done with you, on to the next, long stick, but life's short
Get attached, space myself, I come around less
Bad sex, back-stabbing, bull, I ain't with the B.S
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