Jugadoras, Jugadores

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Players, players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud

Players, players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud

Someone saw that on CNN, bend down again
You can't read, can't write, can't have, can't want
That's just how it is, you know what suits you
There's a door here, but many are afraid of it

In my mind's eye is what others don't want to see
They don't want to know, don't want the hassle or the problems
But they come, that's what they want, that's what they get
That's what they want, that's how life is, you know
Ups and downs, it’s all good, some explode while others hold back

You propose, put it down, that bitch decides, let me explain
The rhythm composes, the delicacies decompose
This beat takes over-one-one and you just take it in

Players, players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud

Players, players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud

You propose, put it down, that bitch decides
Some just limit themselves to enjoy
Some pay to commit violations
So much and I’ll eat you up, so much and you’ll eat me

Pineapple, pear, mango, peaches
There are all kinds of flavors

For a beer, for a cigarette
For a ride in a car, for some attention
For being on TV, for millions
For fun, because there’s no more guts left

For no reason
For many reasons
It’s sold and paid for on many occasions

You pro, put it down, put it down
You pro, put it down, put it down
Hey, you pro, put it down, put it down
You pro, put it down, that bitch decides

Players, players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud

Players, players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud

They’re swaying, yeah
Two arms don’t comfort anymore, yeah
The road is longer if you go slower

Your body breaks into pieces
Time will stop so you can pick up the pieces, yeah
I get it, they hit hard, yeah, they bite, they chop, yeah
Going back is a setback, it’s hard work
Cleaning up to gather two big bills for you
And for your pimp to spend it on junk and beatdowns, yeah
There are songs and there are cases, before crashing I swerve

One of these days I’ll jump out the window
With this shit we won’t make it to tomorrow
I wish it were a lie, but money heals everything

Play your game, players, players
Players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud

Players, players, slaves and masters
Turn on the light if you want to see something
You get dirty easy playing in the mud