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me You show the girls, whips Watches and the P's Who are you, (who?) You really wish you me You got the fame But I still got the dream Who are you,
car, don't need no switch, got A.R.P You can't run from me, peekaboo, got two hundred and twenty-three's Y'all niggas see Lil' Nine, niggas quick to beat
POV's But my Niggas better go pro Out chea chasin my P.A.D You at DCU with yo B.O.B And shidd, they dont even much know Overhead on these hoes I know ya
boy, that playing game, we been had trophy To this E-D-D-P-P-P, you never had money Yeah, I'm flyer than that nigga that you came with You see them
on the map if you come passing me the P WhoaOhoo If you looking for your cookies come ask him downstairs You ain't gotta go far cause I ain't Santa girl But
I wanna do me I don't watch the bitch starve, I just watch the bitch eat My nephew just come and say he tryna use the P I want you tight on yourself,
uma mina que é muito profissional Vem boquetiando com a língua no meu p@u Vem boquetiando com a língua no meu p@u Eu fod* com uma mina que é muito
Is you gon' keep it P, uh, cause you know me Got me thinking about my ex, I don't know Who next I'm just tryna run up checks, don't care about Sex
Ayo freeze, you better move out my way i got it on me I don't give a fuck what you say we keeping it P You know my K always stay they rolling with me
chose this way let's walk" It's a formula I don't force it its no Ordinary course (To walk on) You we're on tiktok p-promoting Fools You do not know me
Trap Mafia Yayo, that's the one They be like, P, do you even know what you saying I said, yeah, and I know that these bitches be playing Got screws
Actually, I got the old hoes gaspin' Taxin', up on the P you stashin' Floatin', off of the wood like cabin Scramblin', I called a play like Madden Bad
too Finished fuckin gotta dip can't have no boo Now I got his main bitch in a transe They call me P lil bitch you know how I do Now we finished wit
A yo p, ...you know me whats the fee im maintaing My niggas eatin jack Mack in the can , I got some crack racks and a blam, That’s facts the reason I
Feeling da buzz (uh huh) Party in clubs (V.I.P) You know da vibes (right) Got to her door (wassup ma) She gave a tour (Ooooo) Oh I adore pimpin’ A trick
Now we screamin' that boy R.I.P. that's what you get for stalkin' me Twin glizzy and it's loaded, it's gon' be that boy's rest in peace We playin'
three p.m you're living high on the hog Held out for so long, movin' on You may have learned to hustle But you never learned to dance When you fight
Alchemist fuck is the deal nigga? Uh-huh, yeah Yeah when you hear the Yeah P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars
Yo dis from the old school Ha ha, ha hah Ha ha, check it out One two three (who be the top MC, it's the K) to the you-are, you-P
Intro: [Jadakiss] D Block Double R, Time is money Niggas is cowards Load up nigga Verse 1: [Jadakiss w/ Styles P] Yo, we would have been killed you
on station H.A.P.P.Y. You should hear them Everyday, yeah While riding home in my car My happy radio is never too far I just reach out my hand, turn
got a Mac that'll change your day Fall back, get your act intact P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come
You're a SIMP Yeah you know you're a SIMP Absolute SIMP S, I, M, P, SIMP Such a fucking SIMP Yeah you know you're a SIMP Absolute SIMP S, I, M, P
smoking ninety three Turkey bag, trash bag holding all the p's Smokin' ninety three, you know I'm smoking ninety three Added forced compression now my
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