Lyrics:
Run and hit that p**** like a crash dummy
Bend it over, touch ya toes
Shake that a** for me
Bounce that a** on the flo’, bring it back up
Hit a split
Fica jogando indireta no twitter não po
Pelo amor de Deus
Me inspirei no Alcione p'ra fazer essa daqui p'ra ela
Ah, Borges
Faz uma loucura por
believe it, no, I can't believe it (go, go)
Can't believe that my nigga Pistol missing (P)
I can't believe we survived the sentence (survived)
Say you
(P-P-P-LO, time to bring the bass back)
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ayy, yeah, ayy
I looked up and it's about that time
It's about that time
I looked up
Nu stacc, rispunn e m parl
Mità re femmn n'ncopp'o munno nu so' p'mmé
Nu m'annammor cchiù 'e nisciuna, ammò, ma nun sacc o'pecché
Si c rifliett 'e
the cake (Steve)
I wanna throw me a pie (pie)
That's only when the night call, yeah (night call)
I wanna p-p-p-p-pipe y'all up (oh)
She wanna fuck but
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
had a problem
With my previous l.p's, then kiss my ass!
If you downright spoiled and feel I don't do enough for you,
That's right, kiss my ass !
Pop
kicking, drums is drumming
Bass is kicking, bass is kicking
Bass is kicking, bass is kicking
Bass is kicking, bass is kicking
P-p-put your hands up
Bass is
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
[Intro: Styles P]
There we go, that's why, there we go
Close that door
Always need ya niggas, I needed my nigga
Yeah...
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I told
P-p-pipe it up
P-p-p-pipe it up
Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, live it up
Pipe it up, pipe it up, live it up
Pipe it up, live it up,
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
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 the world greatest show
I know
must've been smoking on that P4
Cause if you ever saw what we saw
You wouldn't look me up and down like a see-saw
Check it out Azzi
Test it out Solo
Test
hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That's my hoe, my ice filled with P's
That's my hoe, that's my coupe, European
No, I don't want you to leave
California
fucking animal, if you ain't, scram!
P-p-party fucking animal, if you ain't, scram!
P-p-party fucking animal, if you ain't, scram!
My uncle jumped a boat,
has locked me into a touch tone tune monotony
Because some snot nosed pube has blocked me out
And I wait, and I wait
And I hate my frickin I.S.P., he
BR
P
/P
P
/P
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Bookie, Mark P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D.
Always Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and willin
Nasty Ness and Glen Boyd
P
Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's
Split the philly with my door keys
Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring
gosse, bravo
Déjà les p'tits anges sur le papier teint
J'trouvais ça étrange, j'dis rien
Elles me font marrer ses idées loufoques
Depuis qu'elle est en
Toute l'année, j'entends des 'siques, toute l'année, tu tailles des pipes
Wesh, ça m'fait bizarre quand la p'tite m'appelle "papa"
J'suis pas là,
SEUS MENOR FOFOCA
SOU DO RJ
DE FUZIL P ALTO NOS FAZEMO CHOVE NOTA
BUCET# CHORA
ME FAZ PERDE A HORA
ESSA MARIA ROLEX QUE TEM A RABA GOSTOSA
PUT#
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