Keep It Playa
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(feat. Slim Thug)
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[Slim Thug]
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Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
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talkin' to some dude or whatever uknowhaimsayin. So I-I holler at her, I say 'Aye man, check this out
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man, I seen you over there hollarin at ol' boy. I ain't hatin' on that, uknowhaimsayin'. But I got a
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friend comin' through, too. So when you see her, don't trip, uknowhaimsayin', keep it playa mane,
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uknowhaimsayin'.
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[beat starts]
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So my broad shows up or whatever, mane. This girl wanna take a swang at her, mane.
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[Pharrell]
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That ain't right.
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My man favourite record right here
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(uh-uh-uh), (uh-uh-uh) haha, (uh-uh-uh) yessur (uh-uh-uh) P's chick (uh-uh-uh)
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[Veres 1: Pharrell]
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Before you say it's cheaper to keep her
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We consider and read her
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Man, she might be the type that want P to feed her
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She wants a little cheaper, a little margarita
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Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
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So put your Porche up, (uh)
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Get your divorce up, (uh)
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I'm sure she'll sign it when she seen me put my doors up
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Mane, them niggas only wanna mother-fucker here
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She threw her heels in the ocean, so she stuck to chill
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The trunk is still, hopin' there's something between ya
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Now she laughin' how she took your ass to the cleaners
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Mane, I'm on your side, not tryna inconvient
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Just know we got them mean keys in them plastic meaners
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So keep it player dawg,
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Don't make me say it, naw
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Do something drastic, know that plastic heavy weighing, dawg
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If it ain't music, or this money, I don't play at all
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And she ain't either, so that means she doesn't weight at all
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[Chorus]
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Now we can both post sip or keep it playa mane
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And we can both pull a misses, keep it playa mane
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Or we grind our wrists and keep it playa mane
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Or you can scram cocksuck if you a hater mane
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I keep 'em ladies going uh-uh-uh,
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uh-uh-uh (haa), uh-uh-uh (yea), uh-uh-uh
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[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
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I'm a grown mane, Thug ain't the one to play no games with ya
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Thug the one to call and come get out the chain with ya
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And hang with ya, when ya full of Patrone
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And oh yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
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Because I'm only 25, and still going live
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I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
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I wake up and gotta pick which car I'ma drive
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The Doubble R 760, or the 645, I'm
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Havin' thangs, mane, check out the chain
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Money aint never been a thang
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You see watch and the rang (the watch and the rang)
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Rocks the nicest, never seen nuthin' like this
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I'ma Boss I on' ask what it cost, my life priceless
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Baby girl you might just
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Get the shatter shine
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Long as you not selfish or learn to share sometimes
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And of course I'm still you'res and you're still mine
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But you can't be a hater, mane
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You gotta keep it playa, mane
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Pharrell]
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They say JLo shouldn't show her ass and all
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Knowin' the worst thing could happen is a nigga could palm
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Now my angent sayin' the only way that he could be calm
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I put a hundred mil on each song, like my name was LaBron (whaa)
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Not the ice, my beat is worth more
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Attractive like a whole damn Jacob store
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See niggas hate you more when you take they broad
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But his girl looked in my ear and seen her matrix door
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Dude's is foolish, they hues us to chew us
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I mean, the smirfs, the green, the rocks is so bluish
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You can't out bling me, or BBC jean me
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You ain't got no vibe, you can go and ask MiMi
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I think and relay it
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I blink and PJ it
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You wanna make fast bucks, take this and Ebay it
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And all you Phantom owners know why you can't stand me
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Got one in Virigina 'nother one in Miami
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Yessur
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[Chorus]
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Keep It Playa (Feat. Slim Thug)
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Pharrell Williams |