Lyrics:
and carriage, but I can give you karats
Pj out to Paris for the weekend, we got shoppin' habits (freebandz)
I done came a long way from that deep end
Now I'm
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Mamacita, oh my god I think you're on fire
Do you want me to get you water?
You make me want to be your baby father
Cause
birdie flyin' solo Wanna take a trip so where we goin
Still in PJs, flyin' Boeing As long as we still get there in the morning
For you I'll stand by, you
PJ's are matching, matching
Surrounded by your family
Ooh, you know it's Christmastime again
Won't you come on by, my friend, to Candy Cane Lane?
a broken home
(Well alright now)
Up in the PJ's all your life, keepin it strong, WHAT!
I be the Louis Ave livin, live long lastin lover
Bonafied
so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my
attention, cleft all over
The gods won't be able to save you, terrible
Wish you would have a happy life, never change life(Yes)
You and I, are barriers that
your nigga that he out of luck
Your bitch know she good nigga when she come with us
I’m on a PJ
And I’m pouring up
Come on baby won’t you vibe with
No don't ever leave me alone
I'm Rock and rolling
Til I'm sitting on all flats
Leaving home
Ima make it right back
Won't be long
You can check
Just hopped off the PJ
Flew in from London
I'm in some brand new Amiris
Can't stay long
Cause the money keep callin'
And I'm getting that shit from
like that
Time lapse
you lose, shoulda been strapped!
Be on your back like a new born
Niggas is corn-born, wit
real cats who do this all day long
at the end of our pain, it's insane
and we won't need a therapist for that
We won't always be broken, but we'll always be black
Sometimes, I feel more broken
to believe
But I've wrote a list of things that I need
It didn't take too long
Like 3 2 1
3 little letters Y O and U
Matching p'js for 2
1 Night alone by
Let me off the Terror Wheel
Shut up bitch
Looks like it's nighty night time
Only some of you won't be waking up
Ahahahaha!
As for the rest of you
Sit
be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot (don't wanna be a player)
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down
Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs
Now we reached the peak age, runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It won't cost you
be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot (don't wanna be a player)
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down
stressed
‘Cause it’s a girls night sleepover party
Well the boys might try to stop by
But we won’t let ‘em in the door
The party will last all night long
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
fields of destiny
I'm gonna end up like the mad man I always thought I'd be
All night, and the better part of each and every day
Spinning in our PJ:s in
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
to race
It's been a long damn time but that's okay
It's been a long damn time
Without you my babe
In due time
I won’t be sleeping on this futon
Going
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
quarters of a gangster, two quarters of a gentleman, that's equivalent to a certified G
I'll always live long, I gots no chill mode
Guns on warm, (fonto)
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