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it again I'm serving packs to my man Hop out the P, yeah, hop out the Lamb I'm connected like an opp You can't even beat the odds, oh my god I got
regular blokes did Blow piff, sip a cold drink That's why I'm Tryna master my craft I put in this work Deal with the graphic and post it You pay the P, plus
chips, Thirty-two ah P, all we know is eat, Thirty-two ah P, all we know is eat Big Glock on me, ain't no lemon squeeze, Cuz better not reach, he get hit
on my Air Jordan's like Don Toliver Yeah, yeah Just being me Just being me, I keep it P, I'm livin' ski Just being me, I keep it P, I'm livin' ski Just
pushin' P, I make it last I'm livin' fast, I hit the dash-ahh I'm tryna leave it in the past-ah I ain't lettin' off the gas-ahh I'm pushin' P, I make it
На-на-на, н-на-на, н-на Solitary boy, solitary girl, solitary boy, solitary squad Saint p, москва, ника, ника никому никогда, да Solitary boy,
A, B, C, D, E, F, G A, B, C, D, E, F, G H, I, J, K, L, M, N H, I, J, K, L, M, N O, P, Q, R, S, T, U O, P, Q, R, S, T, U V, W, X, Y, Z V, W, X, Y,
saw p, fling your panty Gang stepped in the party, hella man pree Bare snakes like Medusa, no Versace E I wife me a jiggle batty Got invited
Crackheads dancin, Rubber band playing, Dope fiend know every word i be saying' When the pussy aint selling she gotta pimp she be paying A yo p, …imp
[Hook] R.I.P to my sins R.I.P to my sins R.I.P to my sins R.I.P to my sins R.I.P to my sins R.I.P to my sins R.I.P to my sins R.I.P [Verse 1] R.I.P
gone fade me Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't
of Nike Airs, I just do it for my check I be the first to tell these rappers, "Get your bars up!" Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up
I got some a lot bros for get the down I got some a lot bros for get the down I got a lot of p's i ain't made yet I got a lot of p's i ain't made yet
o, I wanna see you most high De3 menhuu da na me p3s3 me hu o De3 mentee da na me p3s3 me te o De3 menhuu da na me p3s3 me hu o De3 mentee da na me
la bottine-tine-tine, rigolait ha-ha! Son p'tit porte-clé tout rouillé, tout rouillé Son p'tit porte-clé tout rouillé gaiement Son p'tit porte-clé
M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X,Y,Z A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X,Y,Z Eu já aprendi, quer ver? Vou
Yeah! Uh, yeah Yeah, feel me! When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot The E-R-I-C-K is my name I spell I'm the capital P, capital M
shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot Shoot the mother fuckas up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Yo P, what
some birds and some young niggaz jackin This the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakis Stomp stompin in my G-Units still Cadillac'n P, you know I been
Dude, I gotta do it for the stash Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash Whatever we make, P, we goin in half A nigga sex money and greed, costs
Oi P, I'm disappointed in you ya know (I am) Ah you ain't no where near ready for me (Hah) I'm on a next ting for you (yeah) All you do is remix my
type wack I won't disown you clown Fuck a first round draft pick Burst round gat spit Search round Hearst found I dirt bound that bitch P, respect
Ms. P: “Thanks for coming inside. Now Jerry, how about you help me out with something else?" Jerry: "Um...something else?" Jerry Blowing out Ms. P,
the fuck is a homie I got me a P, make it go nutty I got me a Glock, what the fuck is a buddy I fuck me a P, I'm gettin' real money I feel like poo, cause I
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