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get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff puff to the brain, shot Love P-O-D'd
S a l í d i s p a r a d a c o m o u n r a y o e l é c t r i c o O l o r e s q u e s e a g o l p a b a n e n t r e v i v o s r e
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d Fiend for the green leaves Double up for
n g u é m p o d e e n t r a r N ã o p e n s e e m t r a n s i tar O t e m p o p a s s a s e m l i g a r S e s e u c a c
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, D-O-double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, D-O-double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes
Wu-Tang forever Who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. O.D.B Comin' through like Killa Bee Ever since I heard
a river, bodies shiver, pump blood now Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried P.O.D. d when it
the fresh N-double O-P D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G ya see Showin much flex when its time to wreck a mic pimpin hos and clockin a grip like my name was
to the groove, lemme hear you say ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)! Hoo, hoo P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D Have you ever
When we spell it out it reads D R O P D R O P DEAD, DEAD Bitches be outside Asking who just died No point tryna hide When there's blood all over
Wanna get a pound of that floatin' stuff, some of that smoke and puff (puff) And if you smoke enough you sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland it's
and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up,
blunts And ya lovin (x4) We alright We alright Hell yeah We feelin alright (x2) I been fucked up since the last sweet song P.O.D.'d the whole night
named P-O-P, D-O-A, R-I-P Caught him at the D-M-V, while my ass T-N-T Down the F-D-R doin eighty, in the E-S-3 Put you in E-M-S, break A-T-M's, K-F-C
night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I fell in this fucked up state of mind Slipped in the dream and I see demons telling me it's time to die Why
a D-O-G to the G-O-D Got OCD and not your CD Hit her with the D-O-P-E D That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT You could D-I-E for a F-E-E I'll D-I-E for my
T.S., T.S.A., S.W.A.K X's and O's who knows what all of that means? P.P.D.S.P.E.M.R.M.F.O.B.T. Must have took lots of hours for you to see What I
D.O.P.E Interlude - Juicy Bae - 2020 Sube y baja Tu kilo en la pesa To La paranoia Duele la cabeza D o p e Fuck d police Who you tryna be I'm just
D o p e v i b e I'm a dope vibe, yea that's me boy Yea that's me D o p e v i b e I'm a dope vibe, yea that's me boy Yea that's me I don't like fukked
go Wishing dreaming praying hoping Thanking God the flows d.o.p.e Wishing dreaming praying hoping Yeah Yeah Wishing dreaming praying hoping Thanking
Wanna get a pound of that floatin' stuff, some of that smoke and puff (puff) And if you smoke enough you sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland it's
dos “entas” Não há como parar Dói aqui … Dói ali, é a P.D.I. O destino está traçado com a P.D.I. Dói aqui … Dói ali, é a P.D.I. O relógio da vida não
dos ""entas"" Não há como parar Dói aqui ... Dói ali, é a P.D.I. O destino está traçado com a P.D.I. Dói aqui ... Dói ali, é a P.D.I. O relógio da vida
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