Lyrics:
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
a Perky right before we fuck, then act a fool (fool)
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I'm at the top, and I'ma keep on climbin'
I got a-, on my hip,
that red Porsch
Now we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what's his name and what's his name
We only know your wifey by her
we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what's his
Name and what's his name
We only know your wifey by her Twitter name
I only pop
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
five scary hairy men with spiky rings, so spiky
HE jumped out the window and got away
He tried to get away to Wang Chung city
No one speaks any English
Yea yea yea, Two fly, eagle my wangs
Am i evil i done did some um illegaller things
Im just tryna get to Eden grass was greener they sing
You can't fool
nigga I done seen keys bigger than you
Nigga, you ain't know shit,
Cut off a nigga head, make him suck his own dick
How the game go
Money over bitches
who?
Better dodge for your life, fool
Pull the trigger if I have to
Clack, clack headshot, Rambo
Be the sniper aiming at you
Team Wang be my label
Better dodge for your life, fool
Pull the trigger if I have to
Clack, clack headshot, Rambo
Be the sniper aiming at you
Team Wang be my label
Ride
it's curtains
What they don't know won't hurt
Uh, they searching on him, I got the gat in my skirt
Yeah, just clowning fools
And my dude's giving
life fool
Pull the trigger if I have to
X X X Headshot Rambo
Be the sniper aiming at you
Team Wang be my label
Ride for Jacky it's my crew code
All they
start shootin' thangs
We ain't never lettin' shit slide
We ain't never gon' switch sides
I get money, I don't get tired
Go get your own and stop dick
of drip, She wanna drank a cup
She had me outnumbered with a gang of butt
She wanna hang ten, I'm trying to Wang Chung
She spoke multiple dang-a-languages
gone, VLONE
Lumberjack louis Vuitton
Where my money at? Versace
Right up under that
Dolly White drip Vera Wang
Iced out my chain, not my brain
Alexander
puppet off a 6-fingered hand
Everybody Wang-Chung with the spiritually bankrupt
Drank blood from the same cup he dump change from
Doc Strangelove, lazy
By B. Amesbury
So what do you think
Maybe he'll buy you a drink
And run his fingers through your hair
Apologize for having to stare
But he's
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
a deal with the devil for a whole lotta money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
(rap intro by derick johnson)
Dangerous lover
With the blue-green eyes
Slides into the room
He's got trouble on his mind
Maybe you're misunderstood
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
so splendid
Bottles on me, you can put it on the debit (uh-huh)
I'm just trying to have fun tonight
So everybody wang chung tonight (Haha!)
Girl,
Hey fool
Bricks all in my cabinet
Getting money, we trappin'
Bandana on a MAC 10
Hey fool
What up though?
Smokin', watchin' my roof fold
Waistline
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