Lyrics:
way from living in the P's
Please tell these bitches to have some seats
I ain't gonna block you
I want you to see this glow up
When your shit flop
to the basics (Go)
Couple of P's and they wrapped in the basement (Bricks)
Serving them P's until everything vacant
Say they get money, so why is they hating?
This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga
This is real talk
I'm talking right by Linden P's
This is real talk
I used to rock Evisu jeans
That's
bicha solo
Vagabòn son bèt ke frekan
Kon-l sou moun mande-w sigarèt
Vagabòn son bèt ke frekan
Kon-l sou moun mande-w sigarèt
Sou kaban ma-p ba-w yon
brothas i got they back
And that's till the death of me
Niggga I'm cookin in the kitchen
I got the recipe
Nigga I'm the big homie
I feel the master P
Can't
Power
Power
P-p-p-p-power
Taste power in its purest form!
Watch it, touch it
Hear it, taste it
Smell it, baby
That's power
Press it, buy it
Stream
Wodi y3 y3 wo shatta yi broke and see (Broke and see)
P3 asaase bi tor na gya3 kempiski (Medi3 maka kempiski)
This trip y3 bor oo y3 bor
Wa'mbor aa
Tryna figure out
If ima go up on a a***
Or down on a x***
Got her in doubt
Tryna handcuff
She a baddie
But she can't have me
Wen I'm on that p
Luks, Yuzz, Phil P
I keep the stack in a backpack
The money comin' in
The money comin' in
Fake bitches, nope you ain't gettin in
The money comin' in
to shine bright
Convinced to tear yards
Till my last day light
It wasnt easy coming u-p
All the trials and tribulations made me strong-er
Yeah
Aint
And real talk man I just started
On 140 I’m the hardest
If I ain’t me then it’s Man Like P
Grab the shotty room departed
12 years back to back barring
might can work with you what you got for a P
Pull up to the pump bitch I got what you need
I might just tax a nigga what you got for a P
Riding in
en commun
Mais j’ressens rien du tout
Y’a pas la p’tite flamme
Non j’ressens rien du tout
Y’a pas la p’tite flamme
Don’t make me breakfast
I will leave
money
Coming in so now she flees
Need a bop but you're not extreme
I'm not down with the o-p-p
I'm not down with the o-p-p
So why you all in my section?
(3pple9 on the mix hoe)
No more room for tears
R.I.P to all my peers dead
Living on the edge, nigga i'm not scare
Come and take a sip from my cup,
Damn right
Fuck that i'm hollering out i'm on the bubble
Real or its fake when they tell you they love you?
All of these questions I got up inside
R.I.P
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get
p p pylez when I look around
Then I close my eyes cuz all i see is pylez
It's a lovely feeling watching it Pyle
100 thou 200 thou 300 thou 400 thou
it, profit, making my deposits
If it ain't the p then you better stop talking
Coughing, nauseous, yeah the Jakes been knocking
Gotta keep it steady
cuh lil shorde on fleek
I might get em crossed out why they going odee
Throwing up B’s gotta show em what I bleed
You ain’t pushing no P’s why you
for me
Broke niggas claiming they killin me
Roll up the best of the urb
I’m still servin it 10 a g
Get a qp for a pretty p
Straps in the back n
Call the squad come roll with me
If not I'm still rolling B
Do it on my own you see
Candy Gal Or Candy G
Moving to the T-O-P
Stop for what
Oh no not me
(I Love You P's & Q's !)
What’s the vibe
Needa know before niggas die
Who really outside
Niggas be bitches & bitches tell lies
She want a nigga that
walk the hammer don't think about harming
Came in with too many P's like that nigga was farming
(Kayvo)
Keep my glizzy on me that's my armor
Bitch I'm
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