Lyrics:
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
(Ha ha ha)
Hold up, I really shitted on 'em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made
A milli on 'em
It don't matter what city I'm in
I'm going Philly on 'em
together put us to sleep
Lil Baby got money so it's cool if he like to trick
It wasn't sixteen bands, though, bitch, it was only six
For kids in Philly
Ugh
I love my women
Not these hoes though
This goes out to my Philly crews, put your hands up in the air if you feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
where the business at. Sticky and a philly wrap. Paper planes Wiz Khalifa couldn't twist back. The purple haze got me livin in my glory days. I'm so gone,
Fuck they can't stand up next to me
Competition bring out the best in me
Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley
I'm tryin to blow out
black girl
How in the hell you gon' come and dis a black pearl?
Now I gotta wetcha like John Gotti
Hoe, I'm a damn pro, you better ask somebody
fall in rut
I'm not smokin' no dutch, yeah i'm smoking swishers
I got this drip on me clutched up I keep my hitters
I'm off the monster
Earnhardt, get
I'm in the streets
I'm still learning, incomplete in my dome
Repeatedly honed by two women I
Greet at my home when I'm reading my poems
That's me in my
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HAA
It's 10-31
Yes I run with a gun
I'm crazy
Time to go have some fun
Betta move betta run
This ain't a dream
I can tell by
Dam
Money in the bank that's the number one plan
If it's fraud or trap gotta get it how you can
Told you already I'm an entertainer
Money come first
Concernin' the truth, I reminisce as a youth,
Mommy fightin' Daddy while I'm developin' in the stomach,
While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the Mama
Verse 1: Lil' Kim
Uhhh
I'm yo special girl, yo real good girl
Biggest bitch in yo itty bitty world
Comin' up in the ninety-nine, every other word i
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in
jiggy
Do you a philly get ya aired out right jiffy
Hoped you liked ya last supper, do you Leo da Vinci
Burnt that bridge, don't ride past I'm itching
flight in New York
4 Bill Uber now I'm in Philly
Used to link this one in Kilburn, yeah I linked a girl in Killy
Now I'm in the Alps and it's way too hilly
Niggas cookin in the kitchen
A murder was committed
I was fittin the description
A Detroit nigga scandelous, I'm an assassin
Trick Trick ain't gotta hit
Trick you cin' movie in
I tried to give her ass a citation
But she got that counter clap and she started gyrating
I'm thing ‘bout the time and how much
good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back
the return
I'm on a spiritual high, smoke that lyrical lime
My cutties keep vanilla shit in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner
this profit
Back and I'm making up losses
You know that it's me and the boys anytime we come knocking like
Trick or treat, it's Killa B
Knock
[Trick Daddy]
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
[Hook: x 2]
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in
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