Lyrics:
It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p
hearin' my granny voice
Like "don't you be just like the rest of them
Your boy P-Nut, yeah, they arrested him"
But little Joell, he ain't let it get
płynny roztwór cieczy
Przepływa przez moje żyły czasem ciśnienie kaleczy
Mało nie wyrwie z obręczy świadomość ucieka dalej
D12 Dudek P56 zwiększa skalę
tongue flippin'
You need to get a girl and stop bullshittin'
Spur tongue girl like a snow white kitten
Listen! Get up on the bed and give me head
While I
I
Let her go she leaving broke
Knock you squares off with this ladder
You think we a joke
I'm from California my nigga I
Never seen it snow
'Cept for
That's colder than snow
Colder than the toe of the
Hoe that's working the track
Y'all niggas don't want it with that
I'll tell ya
What do you want? - I
Skittles
Drop shit, you on big opp shit, yeah
I expose niggas took street money
Turned that to P money like
I got Coach with us
RIP giGi, miss my nigga Lo
He
(watchumean)
'Pag nag-drift 'to may tsunami ni Poseidon
Mala-Shiva pagka hawak ko 'yung trident
'Di ka p'wedeng sumabay but if you try then
Parang mayro'ng
Gout sprout from your mouth
My drop white phosphorus bombs, I'm snow clouds
Come around un-announced, Zombies crawl out the ground
My team's
In the melting snows of Ontario
Where the wind'll make you shiver
It was the month of May up in Georgian Bay
Near the mouth of the Musquash River
keep it P.I. and I stay away from haters
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now me and my gators do the craziest shit
We known for hittin' clubs tryin' to pimp
niggaz, and the tricks
Be askin what's the aspects of a young playas game
Sufferin through playas stress, pimpin through the snow and rain
Its sleetin on ya
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
zapco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
talking shit
I got a knack for the flare with my man p legit
So player when I move
I'm the man I admit
Her pants is off, that ass so soft, it's shaking
on the sheet, the pen smokes
I needed to bounce back, achieve the tenfold
Now the roof coming down with debris and lit coals
Should've been known H-O-P's a gem
the wood I been huffin
Builsing a team, building a legacy
Tryna kick up in the P sipping Hennessy
If you ain’t fuck with the movement you enemy
Swear that I
scheming
From morning time til the evening
From evening grind til the nighttime
It snows, every single season
Like a demon in bed she is screaming
Seizure
knowing me. Fucking hot as summer but I stay with all this snow on me. Baby use your throat, I'll have these bitches yodeling. They don't understand I'm in
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
vouloir les faire g-bou,
Les faire glisser comme au snow-board,
C'est le bordel tribord comme babord,
Vicelow labore un trajet, un chemin pour viter
Des
P.O.'s
It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?
You know we cool
bity coś dla reszty gości
Dobija się do okna styczniowy chłód to Poznań
Tu słodkich snów znów wschód słońca życzy
Tu za dnia kac strąca nie szukaj
of um choosing
Call me master p cuz it aint no limit to what i be doing
Im just tryna see a mill thats what im pursuing
All my niggas winning aint none
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