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feeling you Let me take you out tonight Baby I can make it right D-D, make your body h-l-t And leave you d-are-i-p p-i-n-g Don't you miss me baby (I
your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you're dying P-I-X-I-E-S Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I
a track Come bro should of kicked ball like Foden But he's OT, serving crack Never had p, I swear no cap I'm just tryna move far, from the council flats
[Chorus] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin' on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse
you playin' baby?" [Bridge:] We can get to know one another Or maybe we can get close to one another You go oh so if you go with me to V.I.P. girl I
cause I ain't playin [Master P] I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it I heard
[Chorus 4X: Master P] I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg They can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg [Master P] You can find me
stroll how we stroll [Master P] I got a mansion in the hills but got apartment in the bricks I don't fucked supermodels but I'm married to ghetto chicks
dealer (My pops say) Verse 1 (Master P) I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he
a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp [Master P] My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick Put the gas up in the tank before I
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah Milli point two just to hurt you, ah All red Lamb' just to tease
Bitch I ball like 8-24 R.I.P. to Kob' Shoulda been the one to go Gotta watch out for your soul On my dawg, ain't ever fold None of these pussies get
pull out the strap if your getting close R.I.P Mac he the most dope I got a pack I don't smoke though Sit and relax with the bro bros I spend a rack
a meal in your life so loud I could kill it on stream, I could kill it with a crowd I'm a p-p-p-p-problem when I go all out I'm a Dinner Time, Dinner Time
hitting them licks I keep a nine on my hip Run up I turn him to R.I.P She like the way that I drip Shawty a real one totting the grip He ain't no ooter that
Ok we checking out like checkers Stepping out like steppers I know we pushing P But the P standing for pressure Ay' my niggas' call me T I push P's
me je bent de rofste en de doopste van ons allemaal Fok n e g a t i v i t e i t Laat los p o s i t i v i t e i t Rot op n e g a t i v i t e i t Raap op
way cause soldier stand tough When things get warm Jah weather the storm Jah protect us night and day from harm Shock to lost my Sister R.I.P for Mom
Praying that I will make it out In the dark but I've seen the light For all the pains and struggles Got me pushing like I'm pushing P That's why I
ohio to the core R.I.P. them dinosaurs Sigma wolf I'm bouta roar CSGoats on top for sure Yeah I'm so Ohio core I be fucking on these whores Yeah it's me
I can't trust nobody why should I trust you Take you home into the back room Rip your clothes R.I.P. the tomb What's the song I wanna hear that tune
the P double E-M-D in the place (Yeah check this out P, I think this is the last record of the album... Aww we made it!) Yo yo what time is it?
drums at my show This deserved. I p-p-put me first See ya, see ya C-c-catch you on the flip They seen I been on my shit Don't got nothing on the wrist Got
[Pre-Chorus] Why we losing too many? And we getting too much pain Why we loosing too many? And we getting too much pain [Chorus] Lost too many Lost my man R.I.P
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