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Searching for I don't know Everything's disposable D-I-S-P-O-S-A-B-L-E Oh! I want some dopamine Maybe more than what I need Everything's so fucking
paye, ce soir tu vas dépenser Pris par la g-o-o-o-orge Et tu (koff koff koff) J'ai les cheatc-o-o-o-odes Pour break les p-o-o-o-rtes Le break j'adore,
Slanging theses drugs Like he slanging iron What the P.O dont know Swear she wont mind it Free all the guys Let em out of bondage Way this this jumping This
my name E-M-P-E-R-O-R Wherever you go, both near and far Across the land or over the sea There is no one as great as me Ooh, ah, ooh, ah What I'm
I'll never know I'll still sign my texts p.s.x.o. I'm still mad about the last time we went bowling I was so close to beating you I smile and laugh when
Hanz-arello but you can 'em Shameek from Belly Meth hit the celly, we comin' out, we gon' catch a felly About the jelly, the P-L-O what we call the deli
head scratch Ratchets and a P-L-O head wrap These snitches, I don't know if them head tats or stitches You preach, I'ma little vicious while I'm
shitter and like in P.E. O-N-C's And if they different than me Then they can be eat me in season Ah uh, I'm ripping my mouth off And the niggas that
Knows that I can giddy go When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
Yeah EPMD, 9th Wonder It's crazy New York Charlotte, yep! EPMD can hold you down baby Uh Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love O
[Chorus] Yo, by any means I protect my President It's P.O.P., protect our president A thoroughbred on the track like the meadowlands The Secret Service
grand des boxeurs n'évite pas les coups du destin Je crois qu'il est temps de remettre de l'ordre chez les P'tites frappes, JR O'Crom, Un ours polaire
Faceti o p-zda, faceti o p-la, de mila, remiza Facem ce vrem si la noi nu e criza E zen la vocal cu un teanc, ce surpriza Inca o repriza, cand p-zda ma
T.S., T.S.A., S.W.A.K X's and O's who knows what all of that means? P.P.D.S.P.E.M.R.M.F.O.B.T. Must have took lots of hours for you to see What I
chicago winds, taps on my convo El diablo cross the Verrazzano P.l.O. style, released while the beasts raid And those who can't stand the heat, they seek
vec a te nun respir m'astip Tutt e juorn fstiv P putè vedere ngopp o vis chillu sorris Chi fa ben mor accis chi fa mal accir, Ma nn t pò accirr semp o
is man We clip up over here nigga What's Your Name Fool? [Chorus] Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
y'all You're rockin' with the best This is the S-N double O-P D-O double G And uh, it's about time for that dessert So turn your speakers up loud
It's the R-A-P-S-O-D-Y Yo History say don't repeat her Many years a slave, took notes from the Peter (yeah) You should marvel at the fightin'
It's the R-A-P-S-O-D-Y Yo History say don't repeat her Many years a slave, took notes from the Peter (yeah) You should marvel at the fightin'
All day, nigga Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you
All day, nigga Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. How-how long you
Santana (yeah) Chris Breezy (yeah) P-O-L-O Da Don (yeah) Haha (yeah) we got one (what up?) Ayy Shorty said she really feelin' me, like yeah
Santana (yeah) Chris Breezy (yeah) P-O-L-O Da Don (yeah) Haha (yeah) we got one (what up?) Ayy Shorty said she really feelin' me, like yeah
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