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the V.I.P. they get a lil' lap dance Come and grind on the willy of a black man In my ear tellin' me the shit a nigga like to hear While I nibble on ya nipple
with me or run from me Yo, I run it up when they run the beat I remember havin' dreams of a hundred G's (a hunna) Now that's the kinda P's I'm pullin'
feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload Cotton candy, laced in gold Stack that money, sushi roll Bottles up, feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload My
the point of giving What's the R.I.P Manny R.I.P Armani R.I.P Genesis R.I.P Kazheer We love you
these niggas ain't fuckin with me I'm B.I.G She know I'm a King hat to the side I thank I'm T.I.P Just ride with me til I D.I.E Just ride with me til I
Mama told me fuck that Yeah yeah R.I.P Lex R.I.P Greg R.I.P Grandma R.I.P lil cuz Free my nigga Bush Yeah yeah Mama told me fuck that love babyboy
Real shit, man R.I.P. Dodo R.I.P. Rock R.I.P. Nene R.I.P. all my motherfuckers, man Fuck everybody else, man I live my life in a whole another lane I
customized lobby My friends all got that thick double booty, double decker ass and I can keep coming on that booty P-E-N-I-S P-E-N-I-S P-E-N-I-S P-E-N-I
thug, thug, thug Bitch I came from the mud, mud, mud R.I.P. Mali, R.I.P. Austin, R.I.P. Fred R.I.P. Rod, even though we was beefin Gotta watch my back
знают, это я иду У меня есть кенты панки, они с виду как какаду Selfmade или d.i.y., я топлю с ними за одну хуйню R.I.P. Loc, R.I.P. Trappa, R.I.P. Jenee,
a 40 of idiot then I grab Syze For every hundred burners copped, Vinnie stash five You asking for forgiveness? You should ask God It's Vinnie P, I
Look baby I keep it player I'm a P I M P Young nigga But I'm feeling Like a O G Bitch it's M O E You know I'm all about My money I stay
away I'm forever P all I know is stay eating and I stay feed plates If you want to you can meet me by the lake I just marched some bands finna pop my
Born a leader, so I'm pushing p I'ma make it out that's a guarantee You better live up to the statements that you make Family say I'm never gon' make
Crossing my T's & I'm dotting my I's I stay on my P's when I step Crossing the line & getting on live & No we don't play on the net New to this shit going
Ayy, let this shit ride, tell ya I'm in a all black Nissan, right now I'm teed up I'm with your bitch and she eatin' that meat up I'm so p, I
it I love a chance I'm snatching it Want clout from me detaching it I'm pushing P I'm grabbing it I fuck with dummy's savages Stay the fuck out the way
alphabet I done had more J's than Z No chitter-chat Need more than a couple G's The fit intact Let them know that I'm a P You said that you want it I got it,
so I know the real niggas feel it I been really poppin P's, yeah, I know the bad bitches feel it I'm driving On a main street, smoke a blunt the whip
'd rap about P's I'll rap about wins My girl she a peng peng thing Good on the out Still good when I'm in What you wanna wear on Halloween I said jokes
futurist like hadid Zaha may she reign Chic lines plus or- ganic memory Broke forex bitch You cant touch the stocks I made on S&P I'm the baddest and will
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is yours It is yours It is yours (Hey) Up, up and away I be the wind that blows yourself The pixie dust of Tinkerbell Up, up and away (P, I
I see how y'all doin' it That's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it Whodi that ain't nothing I see how y'all doin' it [Verse 1: Silkk, Master P
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