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weißt schon, was ich meine L.U.M.P.I. Heute schon einen Tornado inhaliert Als Rückenwind getarnt, der dich durch den Tag chauffiert Den Projekten
Cause I'm a K-i-n-g, no, a p-i-m-p I put pretty girls to work Now if you want to join my crew You must listen to what I do It's real simple, it's
Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Don't flex and chill with the opps Then think that everything criss
stupid doo doo dumb Sumthin terrible tell em how we come [Chorus] We go S - T - you - P - I - D When we go to the club we don't need ID Everywhere we
window, leaning back See man driving a German whip Look like a balla, P's and dat I don't kick ball, do I look like a balla? See man driving a German whip
All my idols rivals, made these waves like Tidal Stomp on that nitro in 'Cago, party like Cinco De Mayo Throw that shit jumpin' like Jordan, V.I.P
Facturando Benjamins Bien pi, V.I.P (wuh) Tengo a tu puta comprando la entrada a mi Meet and Greet (ja) To'a mi ganga tienen drip (sí) Las pistola' con el
ku me ja nisë, p'i du do pare cash Edhe please a ka mundsi Me m'i dhonë nepermes menaxherit Se nuk kom kohë na falni, se nuk kom kohë Po thojnë s'ka
till six in the morn' ha [Hook: x 2] [Slim Thug] I'm V.I.P., in the back of the club Slim Thee, they call me the best dressed thug Your misses
X2] Nigga it don't get no better, me and my souljas gonna stick together Rich or poor, poor or rich, No Limit is da army and we wont quit [Master P] I
mama, okay? C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama Hold your head back, hold your head back (three, two, one) Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right
gettin' some rest Then it's back to the full-court press Niggas playin' for keeps Tryna be the next Suga Slim, Baby or Master P I don't pass that weed,
boxers on Everybody 'round me poppin', bitch we kettle corn Private, PJ on the e-way with the P-1 Carat and a half dripping on my neck, son Take
Beret fame All this bread and still I want more All this cheese, I got the light dough All these P's, I got the beef flow Shawty, if you wanna roll,
pimpin' The way she mastered that P, I guess she keep it no limit Now watch me get ignant, coupe with no ceiling, smoking on ignorant Me, I'm so
quarter milli' (Richard Mille) Sippin' out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin', seal) Trappin' Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown) Lamborghini, 12 come get
pimpin' The way she mastered that P, I guess she keep it no limit Now watch me get ignant, coupe with no ceiling, smoking on ignorant Me, I'm so
to the party, come over to the party Who they gonna see? Who they gonna see? It's P-I-T and your boy Jamal, and we off the heezy Everybody say hey oh, alright
If you want it you can get it, boy I bust you Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? Me P-I to the motherfuckin' T It's not my fault that your bitch chose
Can you hear it? Yeah, .man! Why-why-yyyyyea! Now I'm the king of the swinger zone The jungle V.I.P I reached the top, and had to stop
look you need me partner man You need me I don't want none of that king of the south's hit for one for T.I.P. Man T.I.P. your ass get locked up
More money, more cash, more hoes More money, more cash, more hoes More money, more cash, more hoes [Memphis Bleek] Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek No
If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin') If I need bail (I'm a bring the money) [Master P] I ain't checkin' you shorty But it's somethin'
the p I know you don't recognize me now I dunked your tongue How many lightening bulbs do it take to light up a fuck mode? Brothers, people, you'd
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