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up high, hands up high R.I.P. to Tupac Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get your hands up high, hands up
for my snipers Any sudden movement, make it sing like the choir R.I.P., that chrome sprayin', got Lindsey Lohan I need some more bands, bitch, I'm
say. [E] Hold up man we ain't bringing nothing up until I diss this girl man. [P] Aw you ain't going to go into that Jane thing again?
begin="00:00:09.182" end="00:00:10.240">I'm tryna p>Whole my heart
boss (yeah) I'm the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto [Chorus] Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big Snoop
Paranoia Without the truth, sojourner Assata shotta cop, furthered the plot Want us smoked like Cuban cigars on the block R I P To Smoke dawg R I P To my
behind this t.i.n.t , so r.i.p to m.o.e I'm my own boss a p.i.m.p , I do a 100 you s.o.b Roll around, I'm so low key We keep it G in the H where I Be
on dancin? (knock yourself out) Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourself out) Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourself out) Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself
for the streets and my R.I.P's? (Oh, and I like it) 'Cause they woulda done the same for me Why do I embrace the face that sets the mob free? 'Cause
around with the S and P I came to, tell ya about this new slick lightplate Blue Denim got the ven to make an MC sick Pep to my left, right side big sis
like...Peter Parker. P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am. I want you payin' hoes in my army Like...uh...Uncle Sam, And we gon' jam... I'm talkin' 'bout
These bitches just wanna smoke up my weed If she trying roll I ain't going chase her I'm letting her leave I'm on my P's I'm on my Q's we selling P's
(woah) Summer time drive me crazy Summer time drive me crazy I’m a turtle Fly like a turtle Soar like a turtle Soar till tomorrow R.i.p to Beema
I've always looked to pass first But now it's my turn to score I know what I'm worth I know what I deserve Like P I'm bout it bout it
Kartier don't want to be you And yes im the one not the p2 I can see through the fake Cause its see through Hit up the block We take off like a missile Bar
the rest (Sorry) Said he's better than me don't get me pressed like? Even if I get to the riches I give you P I'm collecting debts Big man then not a big man
wanna stay boy You got me running for that p*ssy, girl what you doing got me coming for that p*ssy I want a black broad The one that take that dog d*ckie
I'm P bitch, I don't got no limit You hate me, I get it (You hate me, I get it) Aye I'll put you under the hood like a fuckin' mechanic (bury 'em) I
there I'm shouting but I don't care Writing this letter is what I'll do P.S. I love you Do you look at me, like I look at you? Don't wanna be your latest
on She can't sleep Thoughts of me got her mind gone And I been wantin' this p*ssy 4 so long (Hold Up) And I been wantin' this p*ssy 4 so long (Hold Up)
R.I.P. my brother Bennie (R.I.P.) I stack them racks to the ceiling, now these niggas can't beat me (racks) I just might wake up wantin' Chanel and these
I'm f-f-f-frozen inside I try to move but I'm stuck in my shoes You got me paralyzed, paralyzed (p-p-p-paralyzed) I see you walking, but all you do
to my heart, it's got the P.I.N. to my guts. I've got a dream. I've got a plan: I leave this world live off the land. Once I get good. Once I get
why la pared ¿Por qué se desgració ese loco? Por culpa de una mujer De aquí p1 allá le camina el loco Chorus: Adiós, adiós que le vaya bien
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