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Imaginary Player Lyrics

Yeah
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this s***, you know
I was popping that Cristal
when all y'all n***** thought it was beer and s***, you know
Wearing that platinum s***
when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and s***
I got to be the pioneer of this s***
Bottom line
I'm going to show you how to do it
Check it

I spit that other s***
That's the nice m*********** s***
Fed time follow me around, deep cover s*** n****
You beer money, I'm all year money
I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause n***** got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, f***** up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money
I spit the hottest s***, you need it I got it s***
That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It s***
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo
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Imaginary Players

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that
Bad playboy, where the f*** is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the f*** you done to that?
Y'all rapping-a** n*****, y'all funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
But I done did it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
That's cool, I was the first one with it
Original, jiggas the future flow digital
Still busting a gat when she gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose
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Groupies I leave them all f*****
n*****, all struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when n***** thought it was all up
But this year I've done it again, jigga!
What the f***
n**** stop whining, jigga, still shining
n***** kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet
I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
And blow holes in your weak n***** theories
It's funny how one verse can f*** up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane

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