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t'on ni t'on ni p'emi o le d'eniyan T'on ni t'on ni p'emi o le d'eniyan uhnn Oluwa loni glory jowo E ni k'an leave story jowo Oluwa loni glory jowo o E
(Poverty) That D-O-C Is that lottery (Lottery) That D-O-C Is my lock and keys (Lock and keys) Watch me bop and weave To this D-O-P-E (D-O-P-E) They only want
probably gonna pop and go C-four Or classic like C-three is you P-O'd? Trust me if you're cold then I'm below If I shoot my shot and miss I just reload If I
e ainda sobrevivo L.H.P...P.N.O...P.D.D ..O partido Vai se foder cusão do zoio azul eu sou Mussum.... sai do meu caminho...buuuumm!!!! (Refrão) ERI
on my anatomy, like plastic surgery that's sad to see I'ma word attorney if you dare to see but I don't need a mask I'm not a C.O.P but like P.O.D when I
so come on Let's get blown Let's get blown (Come on baby, let's get blown) Now you can fly the friendly skies With the S-N double O-P, D-O
so come on Let's get blown Let's get blown (Come on baby, let's get blown) Now you can fly the friendly skies With the S-N double O-P, D-O
Aye yo Lion B Rohicha Kallan, Luni, Jodhpur Native Roar, Deshi Dahaad RJ19 and this 342001 J-O-D-H-P-U-R Jodhpur ye, Kare khauf door ye Teri pahuch
and Cease-a-Leo S-N-double O-P, big D-O Old school nigga, '84 El Camino LBC know, we love Biggie though I.E.Y. in even Bernadino When we party on the West
Take 5 second, think about my crew, who am I P.O.D. [Chorus] Listen my cry, What do you hear? Live my breath, How do you feel? Look my soul,
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B. Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
you want) You got it baby The dopest thing I've seen I'm hooked on you like d.o.p.e. Like d.o.p.e. So fine, so hot, so cold (Yeah, yeah)
want) You got it baby The dopest thing I’ve seen I’m hooked on you like d.o.p.e. Like d.o.p.e. So fine, so hot, so cold (yeah, yeah) Beautiful, so bold,
the money These hoes, they go out sad about the money These hoes so red nose, clown, in it I'm a real ass, dog ass, bad ass bitch So P-O-D that's paper over
O P That's B O D on T O P You speak shite, never been homies I be lowkey, just blowing my smoke in the air When i step with my shank in your ends
wanna leave I ain't trippin Now it's back to this Po Pimpin It's the D-O-N.......P-I-M-P (ok) It's the D-O-N.......P-I-M-P (right) (perfect) It's
don't go through but that's not new From an OG P.O.V. you niggas look so P.O.D My notepad need E.O.D The boy sharp like Leo teeth My niggas bustin' like
know i know i said that the last four, five times Just take off all your clothes and- Baby welcome to my B.O.D.Y P.A.R.T.Y B.O.D.Y P.A.R.T.Y B.O.D
thick as thieves down P.O.D It was B.G. and ace too Seen my first rock out the Cport Bruh daddy cooked it In our face too You ain't taking risk You niggas
P.O.D'ed Hypno n moet jewel, for the few gon get the glee ton All we are is Mo Thug, taking off since our regime It's the mercenary of the whole team N puff
fucked up didn't see God fuck y'all I was trying get it up shit get whatever at any cost, Ya digs L-A-M-E, P-r-o-d-u-c-t-i-o-n-s LAME nigga that's me
asshole your lettin out all the smoke You never wate a blow, motherfucka don't you know? I'm a weedhead, P.O.D' ded stayin tweeded It make me happy
to not make people be P.O'd when you value the R.O.I instead of if they are alright in their personal life an oversight of an overlord gotta keelhaul
Ge mig P o d d f o l k e t yeah Om du vågar ge mig tiden det blir intressant Här bygger vi guld och gör det fläckfritt Tar du min hand kan vi gapa vi
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