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Correct Confidential Playa Lyrics
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Correct Confidential Playa
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(Ronnie Spencer vocalizes through whole song) [Chorus: Z-Ro] I'm still a player, a confidential player I'm just trying to do something right, so let me live my life Even though I'm still hustling, I know you want to see me struggling But at least I'm trying to do something right so let me live my life [Tyte Eyez] Lord knows I had my share of doing the wrong things But a bonified player that finds the life in me Casualties make us cry but still we got to mash Keep my eyes up on the sparrow and mind, up on my cash Penetrate, finish last maintain a steady pace Keep the busters out your business and haters up out your face In this last rat race, the lord some's got to come Shrivel my signature I call it rapping refunds The ones that criticize be the ones you call your friends The ones that ride it out ain't gone always be your kin But then, you got to know, if it's yours you gone get it But also you got to know that everyday, ain't terrific Precision about your plans, keep it real with your fans Watching my baby boy grow to be a young man My daughter got to know, from the jump you a queen And fuck what them niggas say you tell them your daddy is a king [Chorus:] [Big Moe] Everytime I look around These haters they be talking down Big Moe that done bring more light I even had a, had a harder time But I'm still here still going strong You can't believe what you hear in the song About the year two triple o three Whole wide world sipping drank with me I got money but I'm still a little stressed I thank the lord cause you know I'm the best A little love set with the press Why you want less cause through this I guess it's best for me, to stay calm And hold it down till the day that I'm gone I got a white cup in my palm Feel what a peach crush Mo-Yo's just a Player, player, player, player [Z-Ro] Money, the rule to all evil that's what I need Between the hours of 3 to 7, that's when I bleed Motherfuckers gone making the block hot, so I stay and move around Tyte Eyez and Z-Ro stacking paper, it's going down Break the shop of a nigga that's short stopping my change But me and him to the fullest ducking bullets at close range Feeling crazy, like I'm a lose my life to a bitch nigga But while I'm here I be a rich nigga Nephews and nieces, niece cool clothes and chains and pieces I break bread with my family when my record releases Besides skills in the west, nigga got mouths to feed Anything against the grain just light a finger spot over seas Saturday morning as a youngster I ain't have no bike And I ain't have no Nikes, but in the triple I'ma have more ice Around my neck and my wrist with fern doors Z-Ro, confidentially yours a player [Chorus:]
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