P Miller
Thouxanbanfauni
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Man, Pavé, go 'head (holdup Pavé, what is this?) (LiqLiq play that fire) I say my health just like my bitch, it's toxic and bad as shit (for real) And my pimp game like my Glock, bi-polar and quick to switch (brrlt) I turn my opps to stripper bitches, banana clip make 'em split (bop, bop, bop, bop) SRT so fast, the cops don't even wanna' keep up with it bodied Two-twenty on that dash, floor the pedal, make it crank (make it crank) I ain't even have no checking account, we hit your stash-house, took your bank Percy Miller with that K, got no limits this a tank Opps don't even clear, they don't think headshot, headshot, aim for the brain (brrlt) Bitch, it's a dog eat dog world, big bank always take lil bank I hurt his feelings by fucking his girl, nigga like me gon' f*ck up your world ahh All of my guap is straight out the mud and niggas like y'all always complain You the type to go to the manager, ask for customer service, still get named (named) My hoe yellow, my opps red, we gon' pullup leave 'em all dead My fit black, cops is blue, we don't f*ck with no uniformed dudes (f*ck opps) Steady stepping, stomping, marching, like we in the army too (TTB) TTB don't do no recruiting, wanna be gang best get to shooting (let's bop, let's bop) Shit got hot, drove to California, three times up on my opponent One in the kidney and two in the chest, turn that boy to a organ donor (brrlt, brrlt) He was my bro 'til he went rogue, spin the block on him 'cause now he a hoe Ruger with a beam, that's a real light show Cheech and Chong, these niggas get smoked (bop, bop, bop, bop) Thirty-four double O that's my oath (yeah, nah for real) Stock on the AK, woodgrain, oak (woodgrain, oak) Headshot face, niggas get poked (niggas get poked) You keep her body, I just want her throat (just want her throat) You ain't jump in that water, you can't drive the boat (you can't drive the boat) Juggin' and finessin' 'em all 'til they broke (all 'til they broke) He thought he kept up but he not even close (he not even close) I say my health just like my bitch, it's toxic and bad as shit (for real) And my pimp game like my Glock, bi-polar and quick to switch (brrlt) I turn my opps to stripper bitches, banana clip make 'em split (bop, bop, bop, bop) SRT so fast, the cops don't even wanna' keep up with it bodied Two-twenty on that dash, floor the pedal, make it crank (make it crank) I ain't even have no checking account, we hit your stash-house, took your bank Percy Miller with that K, got no limits this a tank (brrlt) Opps don't even clear, they don't think headshot, headshot, aim for the brain (brrlt) (brrlt) (brrlt, brrlt, brrlt) (brrlt, brrlt, brrlt) (brrlt, brrlt) (brrlt) Haha, yeah Ayy Nah for real, f*ck these niggas
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Written by: Taajwar Latimore
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