The So-Called "Playa"
He knows all thre rules.
He's playin' the game,
But this damn negro
Is such a lame.
Gettin' caught up everytime,
Comin' with weak lies.
All he's hearing from me
Is strong goodbyes.
Love ain't in this.
It's far far away.
This so-called "playa"
Gone know who he dealin' with one day.
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