Текст песни Frying Pan

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk I'll never really know I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop You'll never really know Out of the frying pan and into the fire Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes This is the dope shit for me and my lady I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk I'll never really know I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop You'll never really know Out of the frying pan and into the fire Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes This is the dope shit for me and my lady Out of sight, out of sight Out of mind, out of mind Out of sight, out of sight Out of mind, out of mind Out of sight, out of sight Out of mind, out of mind Out of sight, out of sight Out of mind, out of mind I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk I'll never really know Bam-bam Out of the frying pan and into the fire Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes This is the dope shit for me and my lady Lady, lady, ladies, ladies Lady, lady, ladies, ladies