Lyrics:
Ha ha, yeah, P! What you say nigga? Get the fuck outta here Listen, P! It go beast mode, I live by the street code I beat foes the fuck up when
I been getting bitches when I wunna Semua budak kata pushin P You are not with me so you the enemy verse 1 Minke No he’s not with me aku guarantee Cz
and dot my I's Better say hello, don't you dare say goodbye I'll write sincerely yours and sign my name P.S. I love you forever and today Two weeks go by,
beats I be makin for your jeeps And your slabs and your creeps Who Am I? I'm Double D, I roll with P-A-T You might know me from puttin it down with Lil Ke
beats I be makin for your jeeps And your slabs and your creeps Who Am I? I'm Double D, I roll with P-A-T You might know me from puttin it down with Lil Ke
rivelerò Il lato più crudele tipo Don Corleone Uè là, ah, phénomenaux Je bois dans l'P.M.U, tous les jours je mise au Keno Uè là, ah, tire au péno
Yeah (yeah) Plusmacher! (P-l-u-s) Die Ernte (Kopfticker) Ah (yeah) Ohne Smartphone geht's los, Treffpunkt geheim Rolle durch mein' Kiez mit
this party's V.I.P. Chorus: V.I.P. are you ready to heat it up Let's hit the switch And drop the top So baby come and take a ride with me We're
NYC P.D. you can see them on the streets All over new york city kick the punks all around Police brutality, for you and me Police brutality,
Smoke out the P, all you see is zaza (zaza) This ain't no regular weed, it's Rah (Rah) This isn't no regular weed, it's Rah This isn't no regular
got quarters, we got halves, and we got P's, what you need? Yeah, I don't think you heard me Niggas slimy, yeah, they movin' dirty I'm chasin'
From burners to murders, to money and girls Even down to music 'cause when I drop, my shit sells I'm from P Block, I'm from P Block Where you put
A.P I want you, baby Mais j'suis dans la té-ci, j'veille sur les miens comme Jamie Qu'en penses-tu, ma baby, baby? Viens vers moi, le reste sur ma
.Miller clothes you go pick that up, if you ain't got it got the P.Miller pads, you know, where the jeans came from well, the girls gotta have that Than I got
mama, okay? C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama Hold your head back, hold your head back (three, two, one) Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right
in V.I.P CEO, you don't have to see ID I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali (blaow) We ain't got nothing to worry 'bout Whoop ass, let
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2 Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2 Shittin' on these niggas, like P like U Drip Raheem and Q Got Hi-C, like juice
gotta have Linda Cohn Know what I'm talking bout, You ain't gotta have the staff of E-S-P-N You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby
a mistress She be in my life, girl You don't wanna miss this I'm a L M N O and your P's, oh You wanna get a little piece of these, yo 26 letters
H-E-A-D, All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P You're just a big freak, you better not complain, When you hear these c***tails and you hear
real! I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel... [Master P] Get you in the bubble with the top down, girl drop down Got it home, ain't
master p so you want me to drop my panties? well my favorite dj ain't in right now so stop the requests, he ain't allowed to talk with his mouth full
soup, hot Don P Pick you up from college and take you to my crib We can max out, tee hee hee hee hee It sounds real sweet, but first we hit the mall
I'm all mixed up about, All mixed you p about you
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