Dont hate the playa

Playa fo love

Ty p.o.v

Man Jada been acting weird for a couple of days.... I mean like she been all up on me, likes to fuck a lot ( not that it's a problem).. I wonder what's up with ha.*thinks for a moment*.... Well fuck it let me go to the studio so I can record this song, I bet Khalil and them already there.

*drives to the studio*

Khalil: wassup nigga

Ty: wassup!

Twist: aye *slapping Ty hand*

Ty: who she?

Chris: heather

Heather: I can talk for myself, but anyways heller

Ty: *laughing* heller, but anyways let's get started * walks in the recording room*

Khalil: *claps his hands and points at ty* ight let's go!

* starts the music to don't hate the playa*

Blam blam with them Nina, turn up like Tina

T raw in my speakers, she play with my balls like Venus

Cool nigga with a heater, hot shots of tequila

I can make you a star, put you in my features

Said I don't take no breaks

So all my money be even

I don't shop at Ikea

Got a beach house for the weekend

My bitch bad that's an understatement

Got a porno, might leak it

I Hail Mary to the deep end

I charge the pussy like defense

Crazy motherfucker

How you in that Benz and you ain't got cake?

Better use your legs, do what a pimp say

Even when I'm out of state, gotta keep em in they place

I be like, hit me motherfucker

Walk a day in my shadow, bet you won't last

Cause a nigga move fast, gotta get that cash

Riding in a Cadillac with a big old ass

[Hook]

Don't hate the player, cause your bitch chose me

Gettin super high, tryna stay low key

Suicide my doors, suicide my doors,

Bad bitch of the year, you should win an award

Don't hate the player, cause your bitch chose me

Gettin super high, tryna stay low key

Suicide my doors, suicide my doors,

Bad bitch of the year, you should win an award

I'm throwed again, I'm throwed again, I'm sippin lean

Got one gift, call her one gift

Cause she open up like Christmas Eve

She's doin dome, that's double-d's

I play chess on them double-d's

Hennessy, that's my drink

You don't drink? That's more for me more for me

Tell me when you see a nigga this fly, don't lie

Got a chauffeur cause the nigga don't drive

Tryna drink drive time on my lifetime pass that loud

Big beast and a nigga gonn feast

And I got a new chick, and I told her be easy

Runnin through a hundred racks, nigga, that's easy

It's too easy, believe me

[Hook]

Don't hate the player, cause your bitch chose me

Gettin super high, tryna stay low key

Suicide my doors, suicide my doors,

Bad bitch of the year, you should win an award

Don't hate the player, cause your bitch chose me

Gettin super high, tryna stay low key

Suicide my doors, suicide my doors,

Bad bitch of the year, you should win an award

I must applaud, girl, you do it real well

Do it real well, do it, do it real well

Applaud that ass cause you clap it real well

Clap it real well, clap it, clap it real well

I love the way that she do it

Clap it real well

I love the way that she do it

Clap it, clap it real well

I love the way that she do it

Clap it, clap it real well

So go on, let me see you do it

Clap it, clap it real well

[Hook]

Don't hate the player, cause your bitch chose me

Gettin super high, tryna stay low key

Suicide my doors, suicide my doors,

Bad bitch of the year, you should win an award

Don't hate the player, cause your bitch chose me

Gettin super high, tryna stay low key

Suicide my doors, suicide my doors,

Bad bitch of the year, you should win an award.

Twist: damn Ty, that was dope

Heather: you did a good job * twerking and clapping while sitting down*

Ty: thanks ma

Chris: aye, when me and you gonna do a song together?

Ty: ion know, probably after school tomorrow

Chris: ight, just let me know

Ty: ight, Khalil what you think about the song?

Khalil: shit, that's what I'm talking about can't even hate on the playa, some true shit*laughing*

Chris: I'm hungry..... Shit can I can I can I get a chicken strip?

Twist: mane let's go get some to eat before this nigga have a fucking heart attach over some food*laughing*

Ty: let's go, ima close up ight.

Chris: ight ima be waiting outside * every one goes outside instead of heather*

Heather: aye can I ride with you?

Ty: yea ma,, you ain't gotta ask * smiling* but let's go * both walking outside*

TO BE CONTINUED........