Lirieke:
Weekend Players Through The Trees

no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters

I was in in College Station, Texas. We were a little four piece band, we played weddings and parties and out on the porch and beer joints and one weekend

never I wanna ride a train up my lover's arm, stop off at the brain Then hop out and find out what's going on Cut through trees and ride through rocks

Now I done seen him before, (Can you remember where at?) Well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat Or at a party and shit, ?or drive through

200 grams I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at It's slow, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazed Back in the days, chasin niggaz through my

no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters

says He get plans for me Get your butt right out of bed - Stop buggin' me Get up and move your sleepy head - Don't shake my tree. He said Mow the

, movin as one mind, the genuine Star child, Allah's style, many say their barber's wild When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet I gotta

ain't hesistatin' Trees, and chedddar cheese, keepin' me from graduatin' Hoes and clothes, Big bones, and vogues Young nigga puttin' in work, Superstar of the ghetto [Chorus] Summertime, every weekend