No fun, I’m done fuckin’ around with you.
I’ve had all that I can take.
But I cannot seem to get away from you.

You’re tore up from your head to the floor.
You’d better not show up at my door anymore.
What a day to lose another dame.
It’s time I laid your bitch ass out.

I’m up for it
A player’s job is never done
Player, play on

Too loud,
Turn down your screamin' about my foolin’ around
And quit all your games
Cause unlike you this ain't no trick. No way.

You’re tore up from your head to the floor.
You’d better not show up at my door anymore.
What a day to lose another dame.
It’s time I laid you out.

I’m all for it
A player’s job is never done
Player, play on

Down is the direction you take my attention.
Red is your complexion when fatal rejection hits home
Tell me…Who do you think you are?

And don't ask "why?".
Bitches ain't worth shit.


Lyrics submitted by kiddefender

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