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Lizzy thats ma Queen Call me phill I love p Like what do you mean How you gonna chat bout p when you're broke You're a fucking neek My tings aint from
molek wajah rupawan Tetapi sayang tidurnya ngorok Mengkudu putih mengkudu mahal Diborong orang di k o t a Kenya P a c a r k u sexy bertubuh
and age...Hey, why'd you change it I love that song? P: Because it's about you. J: Ok and? P: Do you really want to have this discussion again? J: What do you
don't need nobody but me, yeah I'll take you to Hong Kong Yeah yeah, we can go overseas I'll fly you anywhere on the planet, baby you V.I.P Can you tell
that yellow P, ahaha you know its me! Taylor Gang that (x3) Star power, its star year, what up to the whole Taylor Gang?
to the drink from moi S to the N, double O, P Won't you put it in the air one time Niggas gonna get real lenny Guaranteed it'll blow your mind Well well,
ain't playing right now Shit you was saying yesterday You ain't saying right now P-H! You was the man yesterday I'm the man right now (right now)
with it I p did, you piece of shit Try to creep on a nigga I seen it Put a beam on a nigga for treason I kill a fuck nigga, no reason I smoke weed
el loco With the volco put your ass in a choke hold Stone cold oh yeah fuck the Broncos Raider down, everybody better lay it down Think i'm P
"The Mess" Jack, when you convalesce Outta your seat Into the street Make with the feet Feet If you're a P-V-T, your duty Is to salute
rabbit - run rabbit Run! Run! Run! Run Adolf, Run Adolf, Run, Run, Run, Now that the fun has begun, gun, gun; P'raps you'll just allow us
No need for introductions you know who it is Putting it down with P-Dub You know what it is Tu movimiento me tiene loco, baby How you wind it up
there if you had a Lear Indian-style, courtside with a Cavalier V.I.P. rosé, you can have a beer 'Cause, honey, when you getting money you don't have
full of cap Ain't no pressure I ain't setting no trap Have you ever had a lil b**** give you some p**** so good you wana give her some dap I will Eat
Gotcha kids waitin' WB we be Hatin' the fact Every five seconds Canned laughter Rolls off the faces of blacks You p 'n' you pick a nigger To make
I'm guttin' her And you know how it be When you comin' from and livin' in the P's Yea you know how it be All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets But let
R.I.P bro ima po' you a foe', all of my niggas be totin' them poles Glock with the switch it's , gon' knock off his fro' What we be doin', he don't
my t's 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
is the truth Why you on repeat every day of the week It's so p-p-p predictable Why you on repeat, can't escape your leash It's so p-p-p predictable
Squad, Flip mode, L.O.D., P.T.P You know we got it on smash, street niggaz, got the streets on smash All ya fake ass up there front, we'll come through
slept on your bum ass Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me Did it on G-P, let you eat me Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV [Nas] That Firm
We might be the only ones That we got So Baby let's set it off right Slow down, Baby Cuz when you come around You know I wanna see that FUPA F-U-P
A amanecemos bailando este porro sabrosón Con mi orquesta y una banda un conjunto de acordeón Que viva el porro compadre g u e p a g u e p a g u e p a g e e e e
And a boy like you is what I need You could hold me down, you Pushin' P Now that I done told you, what you waiting for I see the way you looking, are you
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