Search results for 'j. p. morgan' Page #1,249

got the keys pushing like P
Digging digging digging
Homeboy and yang
Li and A.G definitely they will believe me
Sick of bullsh*t I'm balling the truth

a straight P, you a J cat
Hoe go stupid, bro so clueless
She suck slow like she is toothless
Call me Eazy E the way, I'm so ruthless

We pull up and come out

LADY KILLER 
Written by l. Howse/G. Madden/J.P. Proulx

VERSE 1:	Watch it where you’re walkin’
Watch it what you’re talkin
The ladykiller’s

your breath

G – Gravity
H – Hydro-electric Difussion
I – Ingrown

J – Japan
K – Klutz
L – Libido

Chorus

Solo

M – MILF
N – Nuptials
O – Orgasm

P –

and bumpin' and sinkin

Shoutout Quan Coz, they made your family fine
And shoutout to J.Wash, no horse jokes this time
Sean Simon, where you been? I hope that

arrêt kberna fuck R.a.p 7ab drahem 9atari
Bb m'appelle mec de la tess
Ma dir teste
Ne touche pas les miens tfodlek mal f la male te3 la caisse
Ess,ess ess

a P.J and I got a private pilot
He ain't havin' no racks, so he pocket watchin
Ian never been a hoe, I got these bodies droppin'
Did that nigga bad

chair
J is for jackal and
K for kangaroo
L is for the lion sleeping in the zoo
Dream!
Learn to read
Learn to write
Learn to spell with all your might

We're still bussing moves inside of the outside
We still wanna J.A.P.A to the outside
I shoot the check like Arsenal Saka
From the outside
See

Ay, yeah, ay Free J, free meance, free spazz
Ay, yeah, ay, yeah, oh If you don't want it, then just say that
Pull up with a shooter, I'm tryna hop

cunt

Till you know he a fuck with that P.A. to Glock Niggas wanna troll all them girls till they brought their DNA
A nigga ain't claimin' they God's EBK

listen everyday
I type it out right now, it won't be cliche
R.I.P Phil, hes should be here today
Same goes to legends who were trying to aim
We wish you

stones, man, y'en arrachent
Le buvard est p'tête un peu fort
On est parti pour veiller tard

Qu'essé qui s'passe, c'est ben trop fort, juin 67
On va r'venir

J.P. Productions
All lights on me, most stripes on me So high can't breathe, one night's only
I'll fight no sleep, the tables turnin Most flights

official to call my name 
Imagine King in the booth with Queens like Mary J
Say that again
Repeté 
s'il vous plait
I see they don't yet R.E.S.P.E.C.T. my

get you wetter
Them other niggas lying
They is not me
He the type to beat a bitch
I swear he not P
See ima have yo skin glowing
Make yo soul smile
Wont

with dope
I'ma ride alone
Hoe just mind your own,
Most likely gon' die alone
R.P.s keep me wired
Boss shit, hoe you fired
Run it up, can't get tired

L.S.D. 
written by Ger Madden / J.P. Proulx


Stubborn as a mule
Head’s as thick as a brick
You like stating your opinion
You hypocritical prick

WICKED QUEEN 
written by Leon Howse / Gerry Madden / J.P. Proulx

You think your grip is so tight, but we fall between your fingers 
And it’s hard

think it over twice
Five letters, two of them the same 
J-A-L-A-N, you ‘bout to know the name

I walked in to tell you monkey motherfuckers what’s to come

gon' choke We never flinch, my shooters on go
Brody said pop, we brought the smoke R.I.P. Pop, I borrowed the flow
This that New York nigga, we some New

A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - I - J - K - L - M - N - O - P - Q - R - S - T - U - V - W - X - Y - Z 

This is the Alphabet song! A to Z, come sing

shh from the N.O (Facts)
Say I'm a P, that's for shit sho
And I aint do nothing but ask 'em
Do you wanna ride in the backseat of the Cadi
Chop it up

I can't trip about deez bitches dat lil hoe wasn't ein right
I been staying in my lane Pushin p
Bitch I'm polite
What ain't happen in the day gon have