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want me for my chips
Never pillow talking when I hit
Plus my homeboy keep the forty on him
Keep the forty on him like he Kemp
Call me G.P. got good D

Punkstar
In da club
Fradecu
È novità
Il mio stile
Vans n drugs
Ficco un tot
No p***hub
Pieno d'ego
Me la meno
Senza freno
Il mio vangelo
No dai scherzo
Io

Do you remember cruising Woodward avenue
21 miles from the P to the D it's what we like to do
An All American road the M-1 sign proud and bold
Do you

c.d.p cárcel de mujeres Virgilio
Son centros de rehabilitación
O acaso los presos
No son pueblo señor presidente de turnooooooo

No mas bandeja de plata

of a finger
Seasons change & then the're gone
They say time heals all wounds
Where Is it
Would it please come soon
Been waiting
Got you lost with P.T.S.D

don't none of these bitches love me
I swear dis shit get lonely
Like yea I get da hoes but dat ain't really what I'm on P
I'd rather have you chillin in

credono ganga
Mettono bandana in faccia
Si fanno chiamare mafia
Pistole e si credono mafia

Non hanno problemi
Hanno una villa
La bella vita
F D P
Dammi la

pero mis letras te suenan
El shoutout es pa' mis fellas
En corto crema la pega
2.D.P pa' siempre
Eso la sabe la escena
Y ya…
No hay na' que demostrar

an instant like Brady's retirement went
Styles P with Billy D, gangster and a gentleman shit, penmanship
Might lead me to the Hall Of Fame next
Getting paid

shopping at a mall
My niggas got P t s d, they done been thru it all
Grew up in the city, 410 a bunch of tragedies
Focused on myself, I'm steady thinking

Padi mi oya judge
Oya judge
Ti davido fidi O B O
Ti olamide baddo todi C E O
Toba foor fun ola
Oledi O G O
Ati reni ti oni pali todi D P O
Baba reason my

into my future jit swear they gonna be spoiled
Don't know why bitches is so scared to talk to me bitch like come on hoe I swear that I'm Loyal
D.P

I can't ever trust a bitch I got PTSD
I can't ever trust a bitch I got PTSD
P T S D, I got PTSD

I can't ever trust a bitch I got PTSD
They know how

Yeah
ProD
P R O D
(Aye)

Some days I sit and I reflect
I go ghost and I neglect
I don't wanna feel your problems, I don't wanna feel your stress

would like to meet yah

Represent hot girls
Worldwide.

All day, every day 
Looking so dame they fly.

I love carame
I like to test 
That pie

D..P

look blue don't forget to breathe
Nightmares every night P T S D so
Forget about your father he a deadbeat
Starring at your feet I know you feel defeat

DC, soy el maestro Roshi
D.P, eres un N y E
Que se va ir a la verga
No cash in the bag
Solo estilos frescos que mostrar
Destilo ritmos que convierto en

P r o d
Shit you know how this shit kind of, it just get setup like this
Yeah, Prod
(Aye)
Aye look
I got to get right, before I get left
Shawty gone

a little splash
Of
P
T
S
D
B
I
G
And
Big
Meech
Kneed that together
And get me
Never sipped lean
I don't even smoke weed
Nigga I'm high off life
So I feel

a couple checks
I'll pass on the fame
From M O P to the D O C
I got Boston rockin like Edo G
Still tryna build a rep
Cuz I'm rhymin' for respect
I do it for

cunt must've got some P.T.S.D bless her
Reduce the human race to waste of space Facebook junkies
All artists are to retrain as cyber monkeys

All paid

gave me P-T-S-D .
Don't check my body I don't trust nobody. 
You've been closed out and wondering if I love you or I'm settled for the fact we got kids.

one on the speed
Dial every number but me
Like what you on with a p
You'd rather cry on a beach
Or home alone in your sheets
I'm on the song and it's

Disorderly
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