Lyrics:
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
mystery
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery
[Lord Jamar]
First soul
Use to sell that coco nigga
Now it's platinum bubba leaves
So much p's up in the crib
It's like a platinum bubba tree
Zip it in the seal
We sending in
Kelina from P.C could fight it (uptown Rucker)
Up in the peach, yeah the weed atleast he could light it (then what?)
THEN ZEKE SHOT (SHOT), THEN E KILLED
niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking
motherfuckin' souls from these wars,
The streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
[Chorus: x7]
[Master P]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!
[Mystikal]
I was born
the roadster
He gettin closer to death, Rico's got a hold on your breath
Your going straight to Hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh
You was close
that
Boy I been pushing P on some real shit
Its gon' sell like crack
See i could switch a bitch
Like i switch a fit
Cause i'm boss like that
Light
envisioned
The reason that bitcoin
Was initially written
P2p money is a threat to the banking cartel
But digital gold
Is an instrument they sell well
KYC
Better get back for your brother from when we get back from the ones
We stupid, jet like what you sell out, but we one on, one on, one
We never
Y'all watch this, watch this
No Limit Studios
Yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P?
P ain't here
Ay yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South
was sure to go"
"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg"
"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
soul
I wil never sell my soul
Cash out on all these cars
These foreign (foreign) broads
Gotta nigga living in the stars
I'm on my way to mars
Got
by this heat
Got a hundred pay checks by the end of every week, Really do this shit in my soul and in these streets
Twenties and them fifties, all I
how she licked it up
If it go down, I bet she get it up
She gon' sell her soul for them Dior Chuck's
She gon' bust it open in a Rolls truck
You
count it backwards, it’s faster
& you broke, I heard you sell blood
I heard you sell plasma
[Verse 3: QuinceLu]
Pa que sepas, pa que entiendas
Yo soy el
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
On the weekend I've been chilling smoking with my bros
(On the weekend I've been chilling smoking with my bros)
I ain't never gonna sell my soul
My heart been cold
silver was painted in gold
Put that on my soul
I won't sell my soul
I'm seeking The King
Right on His road
They shot all they bullets
And had to reload
a legend
In da field and im pitching
Forty fifth wit extension
Turn a nigga too confetti
Live life like belly
Sell a p too a bitch
Sell a p too ya daddy
3
Nigga where i come from everybody struggle
How you gone make it out determined by yo hussle
When you make it to the top now everybody love you
When
say that I love you
Ya! F sgherna 7lemna nwelliw stars
Nass 3endha spaceship, 7na tal3ine b lcar
My baby bghatni nbi3 my time and soul
All of it, Ya Ya
(Chosen Kody)
Blinded by the counterfeit, I hope for clarity
I've been deemed the chosen one, we got no similarities
Made a vow that I won't sell my
Take it to trial, if you don't believe dawg I don't feel offended
I cannot fold or sell my soul, I keep myself protected
Had to evolve and had to grow
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