Lyrics:
sing about it You was looking out for yoself And I can't even knock it yeah To keep it P you ain't really have to do that Sposed to be my family I was
sold my dreams for you To love me and You made me R.I.P You got the keys For my chains, chains Many things changed, changed Don't know where you at I
and I'm serving the G Cant buss down the grams I'm sending them P's You paying for five I'm fronting you three If they asking you nigga you ain't get it
me Andre the Wolfe or its 1080p You getting mad cause women on me Going out sad, it couldn't be me Cop me a bag and it's 93 Pop me a tag and it's Louis
swear I haven't been drinking, I swear I haven't been drinking P'lease police p'lease You see my baby is abroad, that's why I'm on my own Now p
Where you Lord Why P You got me buy cigarettes P We had to write a song together P Your death rape up my head emotionally It could been me, fuck that
I don't even know what to do with a bitch (I don't know what to do) That's my boo you my boo and her too (Her too) So many P's in trap you would think
I can be your backseat driver Yeah You know, you know, you know I can be your backseat driver You know, you know, you know I can be your P.Y.T You
I don't miss shots Ya I got sauce I am a legend I am like nas Nobody told me I'd ball like Kobe you want It or not R i p You can't control me
name is p You pushin' p I am the p nigga You niggas ain't You niggas ain't got no chance Remember it was just me and my mans Giving up wasn't part my
like me I'm top tier almighty You think you bad You lyrically trash You see me R.I.P You A thru F He H thru Z That just means I stayed a G Don't forget
the P.R.C.You cannot have a dream. Born in the P.R.C.You have no future. Born in the P.R.C.You grew up to be junk. Born in the P.R.C.I grew up to be a punk.
hating on P you just wasting your time (talk with me) im tryna show hood brothas growth two sides to every tale im just tryna show you both (ride with me)
complex is of T.I vs T.I.P S*** you can meet me at the mirror when you want that beef Levram Blvd, South Beach when we got that heat S*** we don't
Flash, make 'em walk with it pointed on ya hip Fuck it though, that's me, who is you? I'm down with Dirty Jerks and R.C. and A.P. But who's you? (?)
empire What's the P Show me You know how to bounce you know hoe to bounce Show me You get the style you get the style Show me Mo need ishe to ba loud wey
Hate me tryna get my mind right Lonely lonely through these cold nights The moonlight (moonlight) E m p t why you hate me Say you love me stop
rankings Viral performing while taking the podium Every weekly they hating on me You better believe I'm on the Fyp p p p p You know what At the end
P-p-p-p-popped off You ain't just a 10 No, you a knockoff 'Cause only with your friends Is when you pop off Just clean it out And walk around No, no,
me Blowing on the loud We ain't smokin' OG New Pack in the mail You can smell the whole P I know you see me I know you see me I know you see me I
No oppressin' feed your fam You ain't worth a ram Feed your fam No opressin' put them on P- -u- -t homies on durin' your pay days P-u-t niggas
I caught my ex-bitch with another Nigga but kept it P You can't be having me look goofy If you step with me soon as we fuck She'll go tell a friend
You just gotta put work in that dream Bros before hoes, I would rather her fuck on the team Stunt on these niggas I'm Prettyboy p You know that's me
why u mad u can have ha back Aint no beef over h*** boy p**** u can meet the mack I aint duckin s*** boy u tweakin im on all ten Foe nem wanna blitz
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