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Feeling on your titties when I'm riding on vogues, its jut the way the game goes P-I-M to the motherfucking P, pop my collar roll on up a sweet M
fucked her for hours, endurance, been joggin' Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need a clock it The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches She
take wonder I take one of ya chics straight from under ya arm pit The black Brad Pit I mack till 6 in the AM All day I'm P-I-M-P I am simply attached
net als m'n flow zo strak En een nigga die neukt in z'n 6 takt Ik heet P I E T J U B E L L en ik ben een P A een P A een P A S T O S P A S T O S P
I gotta investigate like Magnum P.I. I just don't understand, why oh why So the next time I saw her she was unhappy She had a frown on her face
woo oh Come and take a sip of that, oh woo oh she's all over me like, oh woo oh In the V.I.P I'm like do it baby, shake it baby, drop it baby, shake
I'll shoot your black ass! I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C. I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) [MP] I got a bubble-I Hummer, couple of boats
Yellow card, yellow card Damn, P, I need a yellow card I am from The Root like where the petal start I had to push like a pedal Started way after but
Yeah I never had p's but babes Tell me how do you like me now And this wave that i'm on so crazy bro Let me just ride it out And you know that we
to the Let's cut to the chase girl I'm past third base we ain't even had our first date I met you in the worst way I knew ya p***y first rate before I even knew
[Master P] Niggaz, see this one here? You see this one here? Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier Cross the motherfuckin' board I don't
DNA You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates I
R.I.P yeah. R.I.P to the ones that’s resting. (X3) R.I.P to the one’s thats resting (x3) (Chorus:) Rest In Peace my brothers and sisters that are
Today R.I.P. Yeah R.I.P. R.I.P. P Yeah-yeah I won't ever forget you Yeah Shawty want me for the racks Wouldn't be here Here If I ain't have the cash Cash
it for a while Remember them nights Phiro Remember them nights wit lil Nuuks bro Remember them nights wit Jez bro R.I.P.T.N.I.5X bro Remember ur homie
not me Real fye piece going to fw me Till I R-I-P need a R-O-D Cant play me P-I-M-P That's who I be Yea you know me She know all these girls want me So
Smokin' Cali' cuz I'm tryna be legit R.I.P. The Dog, bitches on me like a tick She a raw cat if she'll raw dog a dick Girl, I want it now you better
the realest young MC (no cap) And I ball like 23(swish) Back in 93, yeah I'm the MVP (yeah) R.I.P to Doom I was spitting to much heat I done blew up the whole
that you would ever leave me R.I.P. to my brother Can't believe they took you from us I never thought that you would be away from me I never thought that
live to a G, steady B, little Wilk and Lon C Dino singing for me G, R.I.P R.I.P., tub G Man man , R.I.P. my aunt Rita I miss you, I love you so hard I'm
me, I come with seven fees My daughter wants Chanel, and she not even three My quality like P, I like my bitch exotic Like how I like my weed, my wrist
Bitch, I'm a product of a player P's, I ain't playing (woof, woof) Got a good number on the P's Push 'em across the land (woof, woof), ooh Calls,
a pole Some bomb as weed, that put you in a sleeper hold On 24's, thats how all my people roll Similar to T.I.P. I do it B.I.G. Hang out with the thang out
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