Lyrics:
M
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop Mop Mop Mop
R
I say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
just sayin'
I met an N-Y-M-P-H-O-maniac
N-Y-M-P-H-O, yo
N-Y-M-P-H-O-maniac
She's a maniac
Nymphomaniac
Her favourite number is 7, yeah
And I
up in the party
Wida hottie wida body
Rode shotty
Ima motherfucking p i m p
No Simps with me
Gucci on my goggles
Bitch i got that buckshot that big
P.i.m.p
P.i.m.p
P.i.m.p
I wanna be
A p.i.m.p
Smoke on the green
Be anything but
I wanna be (hol up)
Running through your city
Itty bitty titties
Watch me call the plays
All about bands
I ain't talking bout rays
Middle of the night
But I'm still rocking shades
Ima V I P
P I M P
Rolling with
saben que rimas yo despilfarro
Realmente yo sueno sick en el mic' flama
Como 50 soy un P.I.M.P. traigo el drip mama
La niña haciendo aerobics pero en mi
Como B.I.G. luzco P.I.M.P.
Busco con el beat, sonar como Black Hippy
Fuck the hit
Por la street con el ego en V.I.P.
Vendo cero, lo compruebo sin
It get hard out here for a P-I-M-P
Smoke free blowin' like a chimney
Mind full of drugs still feel empty
Heart full off pain still feel empty
It get
pele preta, quero combinar
Sou o Derek x6 (Derek)
9MM P.I.M.P.
Nove buraco no corpo inimigo (Uh, uh)
9MM P.I.M.P.
Nove disparos no alvo inimigo (Uh,
with a real G
That's why she calling me P.I.M.P.
P.I.M.P.
cnd she knows
She rolling with a real G
That's why she calling me P.I.M.P.
P.I.M.P
Кто этот тип? Кто? Я?
P.I.M.P.
Жарю как BBQ
Из колонок Schoolboy Q
Номинант от GQ
Номинал на нулю
Сколько же дел я один наворотил,
Знаю что тебе меня
maggot simply begging for praise
S I M P
Yeah you think you're oh so sweet
But you're really just a creep, sing it
S I M P
You're annoying don't you see?
odds;
Oh, poor Professor Higgins!
Nine p.m.
Ten p.m.
On through midnight every night.
One a.m.
Two a.m.
Three...!
Quit, Professor Higgins!
Quit,
p.m.
I'm sipping çoke and bourbon
It's the weekend amen
Turning up for the moment
I came here to shine
Living like it's our last goodbye
Cuz we all live
Against all odds,
Oh, poor Professor Higgins! Nine p.m. Ten p.m.
On through midnight ev'ry night.
One a.m. Two a.m. Three! Quit, Professor Higgins!
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
or unrest, it's
4 a.m., 2 p.m., 5 a.m., 3 p.m., doesn't matter
6 a.m., 4 p.m., circadian rhythm ruins him
Working for the government, three days a week
un trago de ron, terminamos con Mari
10 a.m. lo hacemos a las 6 p.m., 10 a.m. lo hacemos a las 6 p.m., 6 p.m
En el party baila reggaeton, ella se me
Nun c stev nient durmev p terr
M sto Magnann tutt e step
A gent ca m port aret
Sa fatt tropp ann e galer
27 ann bigman nun c crerev agg fatt bing
P1M P1M
FLAWSIDE FLAWSIDE FLAWSIDE FLAWSIDE FLAWSIDE
Şöyle ki
Söyle ki geçsin zaman
(Zaman zaman zaman zaman)
Geceler uzun ve gönlümde sen
Geceden
K.Y.A.R.Y. P.A.M.Y.U.
K.Y.A.R.Y. P.A.M.Y.U.
K.Y.A.R.Y.P.A.M.Y.U.P.A.M.Y.U.
K.Y.A.R.Y. (きゃりーきゃりー)
P.A.M.Y.U. (うぇいうぇいうぇい)
K.Y.A.R.Y. (きゃりーきゃりー)
to the P.M, From the night until the morning,
I get up and I come up anytime she calls me.
Because I give in to my lady anyway she want it,
Licky Up and Licky
odds;
Oh, poor Professor Higgins!
Nine p.m.
Ten p.m.
On through midnight every night.
One a.m.
Two a.m.
Three...!
Quit, Professor Higgins!
Quit,
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