Текст песни Trick Daddy - I`ll Be Your Player (Remix)
Trick Daddy - I`ll Be Your Player (Remix) слова песни
Yeah, Committee remix, you can`t beat us (who you is fool?)They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that)Being that I`m... (x4)Real, I feel you need a man in your life childSomebody black, baldheaded plus buckwildThey call me Trick Daddy DollarsA real woman scholarIf a players what you want lil` momma hollaYeah, I`ma holla through, you looking goodSo Trick what you wanna doI asked my girls if all the player talk was trueThey told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your moveNow can I be your loverDon`t bother asking your friends about my Benz and endsUnless you planning on me staying yeahI get my freak on, plus my back strongNo more sad songs for long girl your daddy`s homeI`ll be your playerI need a playerSomeone who`s gonna treat me right (If a players what you want lil` momma holla)So Trick you a player BooI like your game if you want I`m availableI`ll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhhI`ll get you hot when my lips touch your spotI`ll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stopYou make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit`?)Trick Daddy DollarsI turn you on when I touch your chestAnd you turn me on when you kiss my neckNothing less than deep penetrationAnticipation, lets make it happen, I`m sick of waitingDaddy, you know you possess the keySo where you want itRight here on the side of meI`ll be your player(chorus)I need a playerSomeone who`s gonna treat me right (they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night(If a player`s what you want lil` momma hollaSee I suduce you wit` your legs upFirst we bone and get it on, all night long, on and onThen I continue when you draw strawMake your heart be stoning til` you climb the wallYou taste so sweet, from your head to your feetIt`s my treat so baby girl ?Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servantAnd while I`m serving, I`ll slap you up a servingHalf the thugs wouldn`t do the things I doI`m on my knees so please just let me taste youHell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butterPink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spamI`ll be your playerChorus until fade