Lyrics:
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
with your broke ass
Smokin’ on a bud, smokin’ on a bud
Smokin’ hella blunts
I just blew up, I provoked the mass
Imma never get tired
finishing
Up her third album, The
Pinkprint, out this month
And she's changed things "a
Billion times" because she's
A perfectionist her first two albums were
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
to hit Beach Road
Roll up and get Hella high
With a wahine booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
friends till forever
Even if we're broke we don't give a fuck
Tear it up, live it up girl!
Tear it up, live it up now!
Tear it up, live it up!
My best
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
Working like I got too much to lose
Built this shit up on two by twos
I want it now, I paid to many dues
Head up and my heels high
This what life
(wellllllll)
[Verse Four]
Ready for the ride I rip rap rapacious
Crews don't slip you're payin penalty slashes
Clashes crashed, but I crash ass or
Ravish
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
school that ass like St. John's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock
And open up the door 'cause I'm knocking
Ready or not, here I come in
smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle
You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful
To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle
All I
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