Big Q - That Player Lyrics

This that shit you ride slow to
Pour a fo' to
Slam them candy doors to
Roll a little dro to
Spend some doe to
Yeah, this that pimp shit
That country shit
That Player shit
Uh-huh, turn on some player shit
Mm-hmm, put on some player shit
Tell the DJ, put on some player shit
Mm-hmm, I wanna hear some player shit
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit
This that shit you ride slow to
Pour a fo' to
Slam them candy doors to
Roll a little dro to
Spend some doe to
Yeah, this that pimp shit
That country shit
That Player shit
Uh-huh, turn on some player shit
Mm-hmm, put on some player shit
Tell the DJ, put on some player shit
Mm-hmm, I wanna hear some player shit
Ok, I'm trill working the wheel
A pimp, not a simp
And you know I stay fly
Like the Goodyear blimp
Drop a fo' inside my cup
Go 'head and roll it up
Mix it up, mix it up
Now I'm walking with a limp
I know your girl wanna fuck
But right now, I'm just chillin'
In the cut
Posted up
Toastin' up with all my villains
And if these hoes and tryina fuck
We'll just go and call some fill-ins
Swear these girls wanna tie me up
Then tie me down
Oh, what a feeling
Uh
They wanna live the way that I'm livin'
Come get a taste of this pimpin'
You know I learned from the best right
So I understand the mission
It's the purse before the kitten
These other cats is missin' the point
Guess they ain't listen
To a real nigga like me spittin'
But she gon' keep you spendin'
She gon' keep you slippin'
And you think you gettin' money out the hoe
But she ain't even paying you no attention
Better check your vision
Cuz right now you must be blind
I ain't never had no girl problems, man
If she don't wanna fuck me, fine
I'ma keep it trill
For real
(Let it ride out, let it ride out, let it ride out, let it ride out)
I'ma keep it trill
For real
Nom tom bot
Uh
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit

This that shit you ride slow to
Pour a fo' to
Slam them candy doors to
Roll a little dro to
Spend some doe to
Yeah, this that pimp shit
That country shit
That Player shit
Uh-huh, turn on some player shit
Mm-hmm, put on some player shit
Tell the DJ, put on some player shit
Mm-hmm, I wanna hear some player shit
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit
This that shit you ride slow to
Pour a fo' to
Slam them candy doors to
Roll a little dro to
Spend some doe to
Yeah, this that pimp shit
That country shit
That Player shit
Uh-huh, turn on some player shit
Mm-hmm, put on some player shit
Tell the DJ, put on some player shit
Mm-hmm, I wanna hear some player shit
Ok, I'm trill working the wheel
A pimp, not a simp
And you know I stay fly
Like the Goodyear blimp
Drop a fo' inside my cup
Go 'head and roll it up
Mix it up, mix it up
Now I'm walking with a limp
I know your girl wanna fuck
But right now, I'm just chillin'
In the cut
Posted up
Toastin' up with all my villains
And if these hoes and tryina fuck
We'll just go and call some fill-ins
Swear these girls wanna tie me up
Then tie me down
Oh, what a feeling
Uh
They wanna live the way that I'm livin'
Come get a taste of this pimpin'
You know I learned from the best right
So I understand the mission
It's the purse before the kitten
These other cats is missin' the point
Guess they ain't listen
To a real nigga like me spittin'
But she gon' keep you spendin'
She gon' keep you slippin'
And you think you gettin' money out the hoe
But she ain't even paying you no attention
Better check your vision
Cuz right now you must be blind
I ain't never had no girl problems, man
If she don't wanna fuck me, fine
I'ma keep it trill
For real
(Let it ride out, let it ride out, let it ride out, let it ride out)
I'ma keep it trill
For real
Nom tom bot
Uh
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit
This for the ones wit the candy paint, slammin' them doors
This that Texas shit
That pimp shit
That country shit
That player shit