Pvvli - Hate Tha Player Lyrics

All I hear is he say she say; had my worst moments on replay
Landlord on my ass cuz the rent late; had to charge it to the game, no rebate
Now Im facin the jay this aint relay; tryna make sure the kid dont disenergate
She a fan tryna let a nigga penretrate, she was cute til my girl punched her in the face
Nigga move; there is moves to be made, time wait for no man; no delay
Been quiet for awhile, sorry that Im late, I was in the cut tryna make sumn shake
I dont tend to beef with niggas, cuz they dont really know what's at steak
Hit the scene real clean to remind em; Still top 5 nigga no debate
Got Game like EA sell it on EBay, if the money callin, then the gang on 3way
You dont wanna know how I snap on the upbeat; all you gotta know kicks hit like melee
Finna dye my hair blonde; feelin like Raikage, in a hidden cloud hoodie on like Dauri Huh
Kiddo been poppin since myspace, xbox live days, shawty swing my way Huh
Did everything that I can to stick to plan but I had to do my way yuh
Who knew the beats I delete; when Im turning in my sheets would turn me a profit yuh
Shxt sick prolly need a doctor huh
Back up from me; might catch you sumn
Press record and might wreck me sumn
Two Rihannas tryna sex each other
So much heavy metal f*cked around and won a medal
Tryna pull strings; had to off the Japettos
Well orchestrated; like a muthaf*ckin cello
This one for the ex realizing she settled
Quiet down, dont stress me none, locked in tryna finess me sumn
My niggas like you aint the only one. they at you neck if you owe me sumn
(Hit em with that) Street sweeper baby... they like whats been up with you lately
Hit me wit me that "Pvvli where you been? Been a minute since we seen you
The city fixin for a itch; man you know how them fiends"

Don't. Hate the player. I aint the reason y'all fouled out
Say you puttin in work but you called out, bet ya bitch let me f*ck cuz Ima star now
Icey, shootin my shot and I bet it dont brick now
Gettin money now the bands cant fit now, Too much at stake cant slip now
Pricey, told em my fee now the nigga don't like me
Same niggas hittin me for ghostwriting, flows haunt em so I know they just frightened
Scary, no Im not a artist, ima vzionary
RXHVIZ clique like the military, know we kick shxt like Vinateri
Aint shxt sweet no ben and jerrys, Rappers get sent to obituaries
Run up on ya hoe "oh bitch you married?"
Still on Go, thats cold January
Got a redbone named cherry, f*ckin with molly now she whopped like Fetty
Iont hold grudges thats petty, see ya when I when see ya like whenever you ready
Square up, feel the high fadin like a haircut
Lil mama bad, she get ate up, girlfriends want in like wait up
Got em infact-u-ated, muthaf*ckas just mad they aint us
Look you could have whole damn ARCADE, bet you still won't play us
Hate the game nigga