Lyrics:
them bodies
kuz you look like O.P.P to me
And when you aint around me
You aint thinking with no logic
So these n*ggas can't compare to me
The thought
grinding for this p and all this money
Yeah the money the money
Don't judge me why you judging me for
I don't carry no ting I don't carry no sword
I am
Por eso es que no te jalan
Te emputas
Por eso esque nadie
Te permuta
No por que salga a buscar
Ella va a hacer una P U T A
Ella es una S A T A
Lo
Give a pinch of peace
A pinch of peace
Would have me so propelled
Pick apart your P's
At very least
You'll have to tuck your tail
Heads up pretty
mesmo tempo me acalma
Mas a vida é mesmo assim
Esta minha forma de amar
Quero-te só p'ra mim
Quero-te só p'ra mim
Quando tu andas
Com o cabelo ao vento
pixote começar
a cantar
quando meu beck apagar
eu mesmo me prometi n ligar
mas vou ligar
eu sei que eu vou ligar
deixa tudo p nos
resolve entre nós
O Luís não caminhava,
A doença o impedia.
À janela ele passava
Várias horas do seu dia.
A olhar p’rós passarinhos
Que saltitavam no chão,
Vagueava
designer clothes
I'm bout to scoe I slam that p****down like Dominoes
Boy how you stressing not finessin
Thats not how pimping go
She wanna roll with me you
I'm the type to go get da bag smoke a p of dope on a owned boat
King shit this dick a privilege so I don't ask for gettin none more then throat
If she
and you know that I'm lit
Came out the womb at a hundred percent
(One hundid)
Rhyme reason, reason rhyme, ya we on it
C-P-and P all our music bumping
festa no lounge
todas essas p***ys pro meu bonde
hoje nois ta forte sei que elas amam meu sauce
nois ta no auge
essa shawty bounce
misturando
free P out dem feds nigga
And R. I.P Red nigga
Never speak on what you did nigga
First rap check I need 6 figures
I see this shit coming my old hoes
CUANDO MI GALGO ARRANCABA, LIGERO CUAL VENTARRÓN,
BICHO QUE DEJASE RASTRO, SALIA DEL CAMPO VASTO P’AL DIENTE DEL PEÑAROL.
ME REGALÓ GIM PIÑEIRO DE ALLÁ DE
that nigga like 4 try’s
Now it’s fuck you
And if they ask about you ima say you died
R.I.P fuck nigga
Lotta shit on my mind
So I gotta roll like 4 times
If i go to jail
I'ma motherfucking bond out
All these p's got trees and its hot out
Keep the door locked
Ain't no getting in my stash house
Run off
got the master key
I got the master P
Pulling up straight from the bitch
I take her to 6 because she's nice than a bitch
Changing the term realizing
V.I.P. but ain't no bottles in my section
I just make the music that the models be requesting
Smooth when I walk
Don't hit me with no phones calls
I don't
High von emotions flieg wie angels ey
P p poppe eine Molly s sie will in meine story
Tut mir leid baby im sorry d d du bist nur mein hobby
P p poppe eine
je cogite tous les soir
(Je cogite tout les soirs)
J'ai du mal a le dire
(Mal a dire)
Mais son p'tit cœur m'attire
(Son p'tit cœur m'attire)
Mais
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Y riqui, riqui, riqui
Y riqui, riqui, riqui
Dy, dy, dy
Dy, Dylan P, P
Tengo un amigo
Que aveces parece chino
Y no por ser de ese
cheap
My outfit cost two P's
Her pussy wet, imma have to get some fins
Imma fuck her and her friends
All these diamonds on my diadems
I be moving weight
ancor, ah
È na vit ca' t sto aspttan
E mo t vogl chiù e primm to giur
E mo t pens te nott' to giur
P te rimaness a digiun
Senza e te m manc l'arij to giur
Spend it spend it
Spend it spend it
Spend it spend it
Spend it spend it
In the trap thats my habitat
Spend cash so it double back
Could work off a P
Else)
Two, cause' I'm on my grind,
I ain't got no time to waste,
You b*tches all over the place,
That p*ssy ain't good, it stank,
I'm tryna' get money,
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