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Now the hollering That's murder she wrote yeah Hop out with choppas Lets roll yeah Hop on that molly Let's roll yeah Remember them p's at that
Man I make p’s now You know that’s courtesy of gelato Man I just breeze out Them man stuck over there yeah they are slow P’s out Weeds loud You can’t
This that trap talk that trap talk We don't buss em down we flipping pack after pack dawg He ain't graduate but he know what a brick cost P's
yuzak Cê-Cê quer, dar cê fala, Toma meu P1ru na cara. Cê-Cê quer, dar cê fala, Toma meu P1ru na cara, Cê-Cê quer, dar cê fala, Toma meu P1ru na cara. Toma
Eu disse ao meu bro p'a ter calma Fica quieto, descansa a tua alma Eu disse ao meu bro p'a ter calma Em vez de ir à casa dela de madrugada Eu disse
got this sack of D And Master P, my nigga, just got the hook-up Look me up if you need the cook up Got shit to hook the crooks up Hit me up on my
my foes, hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama, in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut.
stretch ya Prayin' ain't gon' help you, just hope I don't catch ya Stay the fuck out of my way, that's all I suggest ya They killin' for the letter P, yeah
The new No Limit baby Respect it or check it Master P, 5th Ward Weebie Krazy [5th Ward Weebie] You got to rock the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat Rock,
my foes, hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama, in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut.
E, hold me down I'm holding you down Yo P, hold me down I'm holding you down Yo E, hold me down I'm holding you down PMD, hold me down I'm
is Micky Arison I’m like Nicki to you niggas no comparison I pop Ps I ain’t talkin bout tha Claritins 401 k i just bought me out the Harrison 1 P,
And so many niggas wanna see me not make it I'm a ball til I fall, all of us, me, P, see, The whole No Limit nigga, I'm a made man, ha ha... [Master P
don't turn on each other remember that) (No Limit family baby) (Master P, Kane, and Abel) (To the world) (Haha) (We're here when all
I'm out for the ps GLP that's grace love peace FWRD MVMNTS Im ODT Move on my own or roll with my g's It's all love I'm out for the p's GLP that's grace
Big ups Them mandem Bitches wanna know How i make p's Bitches always ask Kendrick, how you got so rich Bitches wanna know How i make p's Bitches
Whoa, nah Yeah Three P Skeet Skeet Days alone really don’t faze me, no more Yeah No more Three P, Good luck GG The only child’s legacy Whoa Don’t
that deep, then pull up You better not play some, R.I.P. Trayvon, everywhere I go, I got my hood up I'm feeling like Master P, just tell me what you
cannot stay i hit that shit and then she better leave Yeah we keep it rough we keep it tough like Patrick Beverly Bitch I'm Pushin P, yeah I push that shit
burnt Niggas mad I claimed the city Just be glad I got you turnt Tell em I put model hoes in check on my obituary Slid on P, that's dead as cemetery
Any nigga threatening P, you bugging I got a thousand soldier, we dumbing Catch P all by hisself, I got something Then puncture your flesh my blade,
pistols, they still packin' Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed
A, niiku asfaltti P, niiku pikkukyläst Helsinkiin Sinne, minne ennen bussilla matkattiin Maman, maman kaa Se oli 10. päivä Muutettiin
know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo, he's nonstop
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