Lyrics:
you want to)
Give it to me
Yeah
Give it to me
She wanna give it to me (You know you want to)
Give it to me
Yeah
P-B-D
to vibe with you
You need a be the same as me
Wanna make p's
Be fucking edgy
Like a goth bitch
I swear that shit just hits
Makes me wanna
Be fucking hitched
could never stop yeah yeah
I'm never chasing o.p.p's, o.p.p's be chasing me yeah yeah
I'm never chasing hoes that stuffs for the pimps yeah yeah
That girl
from the streets
Usain Bolt p we be running this
I never never knew that I could live like this
Usain Bolt p we be running this
I thank my God that I
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I pick my nose freely, at times I shower weekly
P-B is for the kids like O-DB
I'm Chief Keef meets Kool Keith and Keith Haring
the flowers blossom
Rainbow in the sky
Sunlight hurting my eyes
But I can't be blinded
It's the shadow in I
Forever I pledge
D.P.O.B
Realtime recognize the real
scriptures hidden in A chest
In layman’s terms
That means ya boy is blessed
I’m reminded of that now with Every breath
I’m a son of L
Word to H.P.B
All
friend want to slide so I told the bitch dominos
Say she ain't fucking I told that bitch adios
I might go to P.B. and buy me a picture of adios slide
special
Told you loud and clear somehow you still ain't get the message
I'm P$B I'm Big heavy on what I'm reppin
I'm tryna lead my ppl to the land jus
and will forever remain Silas
The supply back
Our thought was weeded
Now its parmesan on conceded chickens for the win
We vegan
Shitting hundreds
P&B baking
shit to me
Don't fuck with your flex unless you're bless G
Motivated by P's, be that power, pussy, paper
Losing track of reality off that codeine
I'll be
that money that I need I'ma get it now
It all started at the corner with these crooked cops
And Now I am meeting lawyers at the coffee shop
My nigga P be
no shootings outta tbs
I want that puff bars and syrup I’m talkin bout P.B.S
Living life without no stress accepting for nothin less
If you fuck with
believe they took my cousin
R.I.P B Nard
Just prove death is nothing
You live and gotta move on
But what's real what fraud
Don't hit snooze
(Yeehaw)
Aye, I kill the p*ssy, b*tch I beat box (Facts)
Aye, I'll flush a rookie like a detox
Aye, I keep it classy but I dropped outta school, aye
Hoe I'm
about it
F-f-fine I guess I'll
Ta-talk-talk-talk
F-fine I guess I'll talk about it-it-it
P-people be acting all c-cra
C-crazy
P-p-people-p-people be
nothing come for free
Ballin on these niggas, feel like Master P
I be serving fiends, ain't no Halloween
I'm in there with ease cos my pockets greased
I do
Mear he the coolest (Da coolest)
The Bloods say im the boolest (Im boolin)
I leave yo b**** p**** dripping wet just like its drooling
My shooter shot yo
for, had to pull up for the encore
Likkle cheek ha'ffi smack that
Yeh yeh fleeky, but gotta be where the p's be (uhh, uhh, woo)
(Hammer time can't touch
Cajon got the night girls hookin'
P.B. got the college girls pukin'
Don't waste my time, just get to the point
Roll the blunt, fuck a joint
Trying
Skeet skeet skeet, i'll give you a mask
Uh, Look at this shit i'm running this bitch
CRI$P be up next so you'll never forget
Listen to my shit, Your
fresh so clean like cast
Sho P be poppin tags
U know da boy got a love 4 the cash
U shud see da shit I put up in da stash
A maxi-pad for your bitch ass
U
don't need no eyes boo if you is not seeing me
I'm not perfect I'm a amazing so there is no C in me
We together nothing's better you my rock like P&B
(Shawtay)
Cuz' you're my shawtay (Hey yeah) ("Shh shh shh") shawtay! ("Owh")
You're my shawtay baby J to the B (Y'all know me!)
Your boy P.B (For sure)
You
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