Tyler Thomas – Player Shit lyrics

[Intro]
Press my shirt not the issue
Brand new kicks my jiu-jitsu
You look good so I whistle
Just like Ms. July issue
Bust my move when you shake it
I wish we could be naked
Fuck you good, you could take it
I missed you too, can I tape it?
I recline while you work it
Jump through hoops like a circus
Don’t just look at the surface
You can’t tell me it was perfect
I like my grapes on the pinot
I feel like I'm Pacino
We like drugs, no placebos
Big ass shades like I’m Ceelo

[Verse 1]
Fresh, yes, blessed (Uh, shit)
Niggas won best dressed
Eyes need visine, fine lil thing
I just met her at the fashion show
She just here to visit international
Said she wanna kick it 'til we have to go
So I met her back home for the after show
I mean, I have to know, I mean
Fuck a love song, I’m 'bout to hit
Tell me, how nasty can you get?
Won’t you say something good so the hair on my neck could lift?
I don’t speak French, so start with that sexy shit
Well, je m’appelle, I'ma tell
Whistle like Juelz, and I’m cleaner than Purell
Fashion by Pharrell, sense of humor on Chappelle
Ziggy with the L, pocket Biggy, can you tell?
So wish me well

[Chorus]
I walk up first like I know you
Bring you you that drink that I owe
I can’t think of who was before you
She grabbed my hand, said let me show you
She could break it on down, break it on down
Break it on down right now
Break it on down, break it on down
Break it on down right now, right now
She could break it on down, break it on down
Break it on down right now, right now
She could break it on down, break it on down
Hit her with that beat, J Pounds

[Verse 2]
Hopped out the whip with a doobie on lip, gettin' lit, gettin' right
'Cause I’m headed to the city for the night
Hit the mall, cop somethin', bro I got to look right
Little sole of my sneaks gon' give me a lil height
Man, I'm groovy
T, man, tell 'em what you be on
That's cold nigga, nah that’s Freon
That’s neon? Nah, thats 3M
That’s me on MCM
Know she gotta giggle at that, because she wiggle on a nigga
Wake me up from a nap and go down
I’m a dog with a couple more fleas
Wonder why them bitches want to have me on a short leash
So what you wanna do?
Wanna be bra-less, fur carpet crawlin’?
Wanna fuck me at the crib or the office?
And if you bold, we can do it in your boss's

[Chorus]
I walk up first like I know you
Bring you you that drink that I owe
I can’t think of who was before you
She grabbed my hand, said let me show you
She could break it on down, break it on down
Break it on down right now
Break it on down, break it on down
Break it on down right now, right now
She could break it on down, break it on down
Break it on down right now, right now
She could break it on down, break it on down
Hit her with that beat, J Pounds