Player Lyrics – Michele Morrone

Player Lyrics by Michele Morrone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a murderer
She got a look of a killer
She cursed my heart, player
Now that I’m hurt, she wants to live

Blah, blah, blah, blah, I’m calling her
She never picks her cellular
She got an attitude, Latina
I’m so confused what you need from me

She playing me (with her finger tips)
She’s teasing me
The way she move her hips
She move her hips, oh

She playing me (with her magic tricks)
She teasing me
The way she bite her lips
She bite her lips

And she moves like
And she moves like
Okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a criminal

I don’t feel good, ’cause hurry up
No, DMs no likes either
I’m so confused, you can never see
Blah, blah, blah, blah, I’m calling her

She never picks her cellular
She got an attitude, Latina
I’m so confused what you need from me
She playing me (with her finger tips)

She’s teasing me
The way she move her hips
She move her hips, oh
She playing me (with her magic tricks)

She teasing me
The way she bite her lips
She bite her lips
And she moves like

And she moves like
And she moves like
And she moves like
Yeah, she moves like
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Michele Morrone Lyrics – Player

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