Lyrics:
[Big Boi]
I'm getting D.E.E.P. like a prostitute's vagina
And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China
I roll that black Lac with
Two gyal on my side, me in the middle
Into a foreign like Lidl
Bad B I call her a smiggle, yeah, she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P., left her brain in
nobody fucking with the D
They get beat like a M-P (what?)
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wildin' in the clubs
You
a stick, Shooting shit like john wick
Big ass blick make you flip
Twenty Eight Hundred for a p taxing shit, Big
Ass leafs
My nigga p he a beast
Free my all
MJ I'm bad
And I'm fried of course
I been quae out in bandos
Really got brabbed by the jakes
And I lied of course
Step back cuz you don't know me
some long nights, skipping day jobs
Dreams coming true when I wake up now
Eat my heart out, I don't want to break out
I feel the rain drip down
In
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
bumper)
Con el Voltage (Yo le rompo el bumper)
From P.R. to Califa (If you hit it, gonna break my bumper)
Rompe el bumper (Yo le rompo el bumper)
That's
(I said) We are sparkin up at the dabathon (We sparkin up)
(And I said) Shoutout to my boy John (my boy John)
He is not Johnny Boges, but he's still
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
barely breathe
Gotta be secretive about that whole thing
K- kee- keep it a buck no way you got things
G- go- going on for you with
Your ass in this crib
No
to the C-H
clright
P to the S to the Y to the C-H
I sneeze, you bless, I ask “why you calling Jesus?”
Pleased with the jest? Pass by, don't greet him
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by
I be livin' I might need cigars (Light it up)
Break down the Dutch and take the weed up out the jar (Roll it up)
Roll it up and take a puff and then I
I got no tears left to cry
'Cause you are P-E-T-T-Y
And for what cost? You already got things out of hand
And it's a grand total of
Stupid actions
defences
I'm not impressed yet
Knock out your sense if you chat to the feds
Yes this is a message
So please do not text me
I ain't responding so please
lowkey I do this
Sh*t with ease
Smoking back to back
Cause I got some P’s
Came a long way
I used to cop some G’s
Trap house jumpin
I might break ya knees
street knowledge and wisdom
Ah yea, D.P.G., yea D.P.G.
Pop the Champagne
Once you break this of you can't get twisted
So pay attention and listen
fuckin' P!
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
Them sucka niggas out of style G season
Them sucka niggas out of style G
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