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Jake Hill
Songwriter
Lyrics
Player shit, Frayser shit
That's what pimpin's all about
Player shit, Frayser shit
That's what pimpin's all about
Player shit, Frayser shit
That's what pimpin's all about
Player shit, Frayser shit (perfect)
So keep that same energy
When you see me, I ain't bleedin'
Bring the pain, enemies
R.I.P., they seem deceased
Now call me out, cut the shit
Speak about what you ain't in
You runnin' your mouth, but you ain't about
The fuckin' ruckus that you spit
Look at me when I speak
Ain't wastin' time, my talk ain't cheap
I walk in, clean it up, and mop 'em
Wipe that dust up off my feet
I'm comin' with the hate, no time to debate
Disgraces, this won't be in vain
Run and hide from demise
You know that's my favorite game, uh
Pull up with the all-black soul, heart made of coal
I think the night is mine
I flourish in the dungeons, keep on runnin'
It's my time to shine
The call of the void, the sound of my voice
It's echoing through the pipes
Just softly whispers in your ear
It pulls you in, "It's time to die"
Player shit, Frayser shit (uh, cold)
That's what pimpin's all about
Player shit, Frayser shit
That's what pimpin's all about
I got one too many bad days on my fuckin' case!
Found a soul to drain, paint your name on my fuckin' face!
When you see me comin', it's too late to say goodbyes
You know why, try to lie
You won't make it out alive
So keep that same energy
When you see me, I ain't bleedin'
Bring the pain, enemies
R.I.P., they seem deceased
Now call me out, cut the shit
Speak about what you ain't in
You runnin' your mouth, but you ain't about
The fuckin' ruckus that you spit
I got a problem holdin' grudges, don't say nothin'
Smoke 'em, if you got 'em
One too many shot'll miss me
Think you need some ammo and some practice
Paint the target on my back a little larger, so you hit it
You ain't shit but a bitch
Now you fucked up
Bitch, I'm comin', now you turn into a suck-up
You can run, but you can't hide
Looks like your luck's up
Grow some nuts, you just a punk
Without a bone in your spine, should have known
Now it's time to keep that same energy
When you see me, I ain't bleedin'
Bring the pain, enemies
R.I.P., they seem deceased
Now call me out, cut the shit
Speak about what you ain't in
You runnin' your mouth, but you ain't about
The fuckin' ruckus that you spit
Look at me when I speak
Ain't wasting time, my talk ain't cheap
I walk in, clean it up, and mop 'em
Wipe that dust up off my feet
I'm comin' with the hate, no time to debate
Disgraces, this won't be in vain
Run and hide from demise
You know that's my favorite game, uh
Written by: Jake Hill