Lyrics:
cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh and you won't see R.I.P. you'll see P.N.D. a Punk nigga deceased yeah and the bitch that was yours
in the valet my white T smells just like a P When I say P I mean a pound when I say T I mean a town So take these P's to the T Let's go in the key
miniaturas gigantes, e eu sou um gigante em miniatura One time p'ra quem não troca o retrato pela moldura One time p'ra quem menstrua versos de forma pura
S P A X E J-O-N-E-S what she want 1882 what she want Zaza pack she say she smoke Guess what spaxe is rolling up 1882 the Irish cream Zaza pack it out
don't bite yes or thief see-H-I-P FU is my name, it will stay just the same Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage And drop rhymes just
that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum With a capital "b" and that rhymes with "p" and that stands for pool And all week long your
And nigga P said he wanted inspiration (Damn P) I was really more on some "fuck the word" shit so let's see (Fuck these niggas man, real talk) I'm
But if you speak- with P, She'll- say don't B- my B- He'll- never pick you over me... Degz and Dami- On holiday- Scoring goals, #Shescominghome- You
nigga Quick turn the lights out 'fore you get your dreams smashed [Styles P] Let's go Poobs S.P. the gunfire is rapid And I don't talk on the phone just
you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P. My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D My rings alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years I'm so icy kid
in the T Oh my god, I'm addicted to P PPP Give me my P, pussy boy don't play with my P Put you to sleep, switch please man You sound like a geek Listen
runnin' through a P Run straight through a P, then re-up, you can't fuck with me We chopped them bags, that shit was back to back, we went like three for
the business P-S-O-P, stress and greed Sling packs in the grass as I run from D's Chicks stratch my be with housing keys I allow you to eat 'cause ya
[Music: P. Wagner/Lyrics: P. Wagner] They came along last night I knew again there was no end in sight. We all had too much. We needed a break
to get here, we paid dues [Chorus] Y'all know me I'm the be-I-G P-I-M-P Daddy Hall that fat nigga that rap with Mr. G Ooh Lawd now what would I be
P, Q, lê, mê Nê, P, Q, rê T, V e Z
ela quer cola na sesh de stu fuma minha blunt toma minha red e vem rebola ela não gosta de conversa muito apenas joga essa bunda no papi, cola p me
sur l'pavé, qu'était en fait d'fumer Il pensit qu'il allait arrêter, pour s'emmoyer Combien y'a d'monde dans la place monsieur? Le p'tit vieux
Nun Dicere e sold n' so nient P sti sold sta n' at c' mor Mo pij ca forz si Dio nun m sent Simm sol schiav c' vonn a curon Pchè ij a vulev na vita
Throw, Lord Finesse Jaydee Sient a Pharoahe Monch: lyrical monstar Da Bizzy D a Pearce P CL Smooth, MF Doom e fammell stu jack Invisibl Skratch P, help me
A doucement apprivoisée Avec une vieille brosse Avec un vieux chiffon Avec une p´tite chanson Avec une p´tite chanson Hey! Mo, ne gi´ ne brown Hey! Mo, ne give
just want the grace All I had to do is stay calm no shaking Karaa karaa m3 tu ako riam Me p3 s3 me pie wo London Abena ma br3 me si men p3 saa Wo p3 s3
C-H-P Deep It’s real tight It’s real velvety It’s real hairy And the pussy juices taste real good Get the girl pick her up Spread the legs fuck it up Go
motivo Eu pude tudo e sobretudo Tenho sentido que não faz sentido Competir é p'ra cavalos, não p'ra artistas Arte não atinge os palcos pela tela pobre Tão
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