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that what you call a big pen-, P-o-p-g-I-r-l, this pop girl sends boys to hell! I find it funny baby, how I can't live without, All the sensations baby,
of these hoes call me they boo now Uh-uh, again and uh-uh uh-uh Fuck again and a uh-uh, uh-uh Fuck again and a , uh-uh, uh-uh I'm in a , big P.G.E, big D.U.E
ain't free Sign them checks I collect like it's A debt Run it up won't break no sweat P Double G is what I Rep Gucci slides when i step Im the dopest in
T N O W. B E L L Y O F T H E B E A S T A T T H E S U P P E R T R Y N N A E A T R I G H T N O W G O T O S L E E P R I G H T N O W. A L L
Going out to drink beer Having loads and loads of fun Don't complain spring break is here Hanging out in P+G's Pi Alpha Nu Pi Alpha Nu
niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C Uh huh, it's off the hizzy For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy Makin them
the P-G-and-E Power come from the barrel of a bucker I use the mic so that we aim at the same motherfucker 'Cause your shit could go gold, and the only cash
got an armchair from your family home. Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone. I've got your plates and stainless steel. Got that way
She's my love me tender, My P. G. fright, My lady day in the dead of night, My best friend. She's my best friend.
home Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone Got your plates and stainless steel Got that way of never saying what you really feel so
in the streets Every day a nigga want to test yo skill And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin real The H-i-double l-s-i-d-e Down with the P.G
M.O.P., G we be bubblin (Bill is a real nigga) Yeah Bill is a real nigga Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure I'm ringin bells on top
a mansion Self-made boss, like Ross Ain't shit sweet, Ask Dolph R.I.P to the G… Remember that P-R-E, is the key, yea! There's plenty fish amongst the sea That
tricks to get my bucks up Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket
aldrig kommer sluta Gå ut och träffa folk p.g.a. din svartsjuka Inga relationer är absoluta Det kan va över närsomhelst babe Du måste våga njuta
to Now I'm broke and on a jack mission so don't get close to The D-P-G gang 'cause we scandalous when we broke We get the Doggs in us then we get
motherfucker Baby, I'm a frogman Small arms fire And R.P.G.s And I'd rather be fishing In a cool mountain stream Instead I'm dodging bullets In this
bare Latterlige rappers er der nok af Jeg ku få Louis Armstrong til at ha en fucked dag For Vi F.I.P.G. heffer Vi dem der aldrig holder kæft og Vi har en
stævning. For det handler om druk lige fra første single. Så drik dig stiv og knep ho's, det er min jingle. F.I.P.G. du kan ikke ha' det gejl. Så find en
POR QUE SERÁ? (ROMÁN / EGYPCIO / LEO / BAIA / P.G.) NEM TUDO É COMO A GENTE IMAGINA SE A MAIS PURA SEDA VOCÊ DESMANCHOU EU SEI QUE UM DIA DOU
UMA NOITE (ROMÁM / EGYPCIO / LEO / BAIA / P.G.) CUSTEI PRA ACREDITAR NO MAL QUE VOCÊ ME FEZ MAS PERCEBI, AGORA DESSA VEZ VOU ME LIBERTAR PRA PODER
we need is R.P.G's to stop the beef Probably be a lottery, if we was pop, top 40, Drake and Cardi B Call us Keith, got em sweatin'. Never lettin' up
lyset i begge ender herfra til det ender fuck om det vender i din F.I.P.G-streng so vil du ikke bange? Hold dig fra manden som har ingenting Fuck en
får din galla på så få din stirrer på Og den sag so den har jeg fire på Det er F.I.P.G. jeg tror ikke du hørte os Måske skulle du holde dig til at vende
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