After Hours (feat. CJ)
PMafia
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Don't know why they wanna test P for Don't play no game no P4 Money over friends cah it means more Straight to the cash no detour Up and down in the block Like a seesaw I was with Sally by the seashore Up and down in them Clio's How do you think I afford them Dior's Uh It's a mazza Come along away from a plasma Them boy see money And get gass up Friend up and get into passa Already know I'm not in the chit & the chatter We slide and them boy get grab up Make em run outta breath Make em run outta breath like asthma 2021 Now yeah it's curtains Don't make me duck him down in that german Make him run outta breath for certain On top of it my goons stay lurking Try show them they still anit learning Burn that bridge I don't need that burden 019 I burned that bridge And all now that bridge stay burning (Pussy) They think it's food When I say After Hours I really did tours I was serving no dinner lady I had food in my trousers I was moving through different houses Had me feelin like Rupunzel Dishing it straight from the tower Real cash I make P by the hour RR Me and bro were lurking Can I catch a boy and turn him Bro slap it and burned him He's lucky to still be walking B.G in the movie He directs like Stan-lee I'm a born sinner in this life Like Jekyll & Hyde Two phones round me at all times I breaking this packs like Ralph I gotta make this paper F*ck a hater Slap two at your chest Bro love the stove In the kitchen I call him Jamie Oliver We bless when we step Cereal milk in my chest If you warn sort it out We can sort it out F*ck the respect PMafia that's sis Hands on her that's hands on me That's a long story Reminder you can end up like (How you mean) (Pussy) They think it's food When I say After Hours I really did tours I was serving no dinner lady I had food in my trousers I was moving through different houses Had me feelin like Rupunzel Dishing it straight from the tower Real cash I make P by the hour RR (Pussy) They think it's food When I say After Hours I really did tours I was serving no dinner lady I had food in my trousers I was moving through different houses Had me feelin like Rupunzel Dishing it straight from the tower Real cash I make P by the hour RR
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