Lyrics:
Watch how I drop the hammer on the heater, man
Bakin like Anita, man
Drinkin on a damn Liter
Tryin to mind my P's and Q's
(Pints and quarts)
So I pass
I learned how to rap but I knew how to trap
I fuck on that bitch I'm not new to the cat
On my p's and q's when I'm movin the pack
Lotta niggas ain't
An my girl blood
Plus a open roof of course
Cause en route I need head room to vent
On tour
Jus P's on P's an Q's
The life of an independent
Whips n whips
Feelin rich
Damn i'm rich (Ay ay ay ay)
Lemon twist
In tha midst
Fresh feet
Brand new kicks (Yuh!)
Pucker up and gimme kiss (P p p p pucker) (Mwah)
yeah
All right
I can't stop
All right
I can't s-t-o-p l-o-v-i-n-g y-o-u
Stop loving you baby
I can't s-t-o-p l-o-v-i-n-g y-o-u
Stop loving you baby
Ever
I'm a K.A
Double P S.T.R
Did the humma did the benz
That's a rental for the car
Only shots I hit now
Is the ones at bar
If make a phone call
They
Dear God I've been on my P's and Q's
Tiptoeing around when I pray to you
I don't even know what I gotta do no more
Do I gotta get on my knees in
see
I been on my p's and q's you been on your abc's
But ima run it up my nigga cause thats what they wanna see
I know that these niggas be talking
so excessive
P-p-point three of molly in my body got me sweating
In the party going hard throwing money like confetti
You want the life I live so how
R.I.P to my past
Shit I had a blast
R.I.P to the last
Bitch we movin' fast
Fast lane, no remorse, bitch there's no remain
Fast lane, no remorse,
over my soul god help me
Save my soul god before I go R.I.P
R.I.P to the death of d-train
With the burning pain
I feel like I'm going insane in
para o fundo
Olha p´ra mim
Não quero que fiques assim
Olha p´ra mim
Eu quero que fiques aqui
Olha p´ra mim
Não quero que fiques assim
Olha p´ra mim
Eu
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this bitch, huh
R.I.P. Yams, R.I.P. Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to fuck on a project bitch
Got
Ce olha p mim ve logo da versache
So não olha muito a gang te bate
Vive me pedindo pra colar no stories
Mas só quer ter hype, ce não é de verdade 2x
to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V I P puffing mary jane
Splinters still in my hand
Paw paw paw pi ri pi paw
Unripe pawpaw mo te
Awon padi e se to don p
Iwo lon se to ice
Oshe alapo meji ahhh
You are very nice
Awon padi e se to don
ômadondé)
Pis un p’tit casse-pattes
Suivie d’une rincette
Bien sûr, une tite ponce
Un bien bon bourbon
M’as prendre une autre bière
Ça va être la dernière
over there, don't get big for your boots
Say shut up and make sure you all check your roots
The p eater (what) is always found at the lowest
you know that's murder murder
And I ain't steppin' on the scene if I ain't got a murderer with me
Decapitated
Leave a P**sy ni**a decapitated
any man can see, she's my plan a no plan b
Take her overseas, spend bags of p, 'cause baby you're my Mon Cheri yeah
Live out our fantasy, she in love
you could talk to my glock
Yeah I got a thirty posted up in my shop
Young P a brand everybody want stocks
Yeah we run the game and you just jog
Yeah
his a** in a bodybag
N*ggas stay scheming yeah
They outta whack
The young me was always called a scallywag
P*ssy n*gga surrender
Hold up your flag
It's
the point of giving
What's the
R.I.P Manny
R.I.P Armani
R.I.P Genesis
R.I.P Kazheer
We love you
Mear he the coolest (Da coolest)
The Bloods say im the boolest (Im boolin)
I leave yo b**** p**** dripping wet just like its drooling
My shooter shot yo
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