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Y'all feel me? We finna rock! Y'all feel me? We finna rock! Everybody come and rock with we And listen to the sounds of the P-R-G Get lifted from
my phone I been movin, I been juggin, I been slidin Trappin p’s, real g’s move in silence yea Yea yea yea drugs heal the pain homie Spark a backwoods
P.E.G.A Compositor: Chiclete Ferreira Se liga sujeito Que aqui no guettho, tem que ter respeito E respeito não é medo não Pra respeitar tem que
Bloki bez szczęśliwej podkowy Co ty tej ale z wiarą zasób możliwości potencjału To nie pościg pomału chłopaku P A G bez litości rapuj Na europy
or you'll be nothing Super Saiyan red or blue, what it do, who are you Not me, Dre P, all G, ki be Hella high, in the sky I done seen a Frieza cry, couple
Cruise with my P's, couple G's on em Used to wear the shit with the G's on it I whip v8, my bitch V-lone it I do the white tee with the crease in it
M.P.D.G. is what it's all about She's gonna change your life Completely like it never was M.P.D.G. is our heart's desire I adore you With all
P’s up! G’s up! You know we keep it royal So loyal, whole hood love the lil boy I can see the key piece deep within the void Get the bag or die
يخمم في ال بديت نبعد على الدار chico سبورة كحلة يا mask نعيش بال Obligé اول قاعدة تعلمت فالشارع تربح لي تنيكو لازم قلبك يموت P a g e 3 | 5 frigo في -50
الوقت غدر بقينا رجال صاحبي في اسوء فتره P a g e 3 | 5 Wow يحكو عليا تقولش يعرفوني نومرهم في تليفوني pas Même قلبي برد ملي عملت الباهي و شافولي بالخايب ف
trenches, up in Progress, that's what made us Since some jits, ain't scared of shit, you know them pussys, they don't phase us P.T.G. that be the gang, you
penthouse Y font les bonhommes mais ils rap avec la voix de Mickey Mouse C'est moi le P.D.G. c'est le moi big boss Ils font que sombrer bientôt la piquouze
Jason Martin. Why? boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D. On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C. On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro
forever multiply Birds of a feather, preparin' 'em to fly Perfection, selection This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection I'mma spell my name one more time,
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.G
homies, all D.P.G. got tenderoni's Now when we on the road trying to get this paper and phone call away is what you say But some times you got to find
when you in this game Fo real, like Shaquille, cause you know the deal, Two one three in your motherfuckin' grill It's still, D.P.G. now I'm living
All I know and all I do is D-p-g with the rest of my crew We through with Milken Milli Vanilli Silly niggas who be rappin but they really be
vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car
Funk'n To the beat y'all, shakin' the ground P.E. What a brother know Once again back is the incredible It's P.G. out the gutter to absorb the fight
you wit' me? (Yeah) L.B.C., N.Y.C., D.P.G., Heavy D All up in yo' frame, Pretty Tone type game, now listen I know this sunny who be lifty off
(whip) I'm on them skis I got that drip (drip) I'm overseas (seas) D-r-i-p-p-i-n-g I got that VVS i-c-e Ooh, feels like a cooler Juice, blame it
crevas-faced faggot Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket On the turf they wants to get with his p.g. But it`ll draw too much heat, so they wait
80, moins Colombine qu'Arlequin Sachant pianoter sur la gamme, qui va du grand sourire aux larmes Être un P.D.g en bas noirs, sexy, comme autrefois,
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