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Imaginary Player
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Últimos 7 días
Imaginary Player se descubrió con más frecuencia alrededor de los 20 segundos la canción durante la semana pasada

Letras

[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]
Yo, I spit that other ****
That's a nice ****
That fed time follow me around
Deep cover ****, ****
You beer money, I'm all year money
I'm "Papi, you ain't got to count it, it's all there" money
I never change money 'cause **** got strange money
NARC'd up, marked up, ****ed up in the game money
I got bail money, double-XL money
You got flash now, but time will reveal money
I spit the hottest ****, you need it, I got it ****
That down-South, Master P, Bout It, Bout It ****
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag, under your mattress, drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 mo' dough
You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough, papo
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[Verse 2]
And now you got these young cats acting like they slung caps
All in they dumb raps, talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that
Damn, playboy, where the **** is the Hummer at?
Where's all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain't Rolex diamonds, what the **** you done to that?
Y'all rapping **** ****, y'all funny to me
You're selling records being you, but still you wanna be me
I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
But I done did it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
That's cool, I was the first one with it
Original, Jigga is the future, flow digital
Still busting a gat when **** gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose
Y'all get it now?
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[Verse 3]
Groupies I leave 'em all ****; ****, awe struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when **** thought it was all up
But this year I've done it again, Jigga, what the ****?
**** whining, Jigga, still shining
**** kept complaining, so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet
I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
I flow like the 5 Series, in various areas
And blow holes in your weak **** theories
It's funny how one verse can **** up the game
You bought a 4.0, you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frames
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane
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Written by: Angela Winbush, Daven Paul Vanderpool, H. Chainey, JAŸ-Z, Rene Moore

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