Lyrics:
with me, everybody fuck with P
Everybody fuck with me, woah
Everybody fuck with P
Everybody fuck with me, yeah
Everybody fuck with P
Everybody fuck with
up, get your weight up!
P-L-P but fuck around get the fade up
They shit is made up, straight up! (Uh)
Call me Bobby Tarantino living on the level
Laissez parler
Les p'tits papiers
A l'occasion
Papier chiffon
Puissent-ils un soir
Papier buvard
Vous consoler
Laisser brûler
Les p
Laissez parler
Les p'tits papiers
A l'occasion
Papier chiffon
Puissent-ils un soir
Papier buvard
Vous consoler
Laisser brûler
Les p
Pantin
Ça fait des tas
De p'tits tapins
Qui font merveille
En toute saison
Ça fait d'l'oseille
Et s'est si bon
Dédé-la-croix
Bébert d'Anvers
Ça
more mass than the Earth
Your dick, half staff, it needs work
My dick, been there done that
Your dick sits there with dunce cap
My dick, V.I.P
Chorus: {Tec-9}
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it 'cause, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.
It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-see and
A lot
(Hit-Boy)
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin
to Atlanta for me
I don't give a fuck bout no V.I.P wristband
They book me up, fuck around and throw up the back end
My brother couldn't make the show he
Yeah
Ayy
Listen
S-N-Double-O-P, I'm a dizz-op
Shit, he was talkin' brazy, I ain't lie, I knocked the nigga off
I ain't tryna give him a chance
dem a talk
When the lion dem wake and roar, that mean seh no dog no bark
If a supn dem a prove, then a supn dem a lose when man a get dark
P p p
like syringe
I'm about to go fuck on her friend (hey)
Geeked on the perks a ten
The coupe too fast in the wind (skrt)
Audemars P
'Rari two seat,
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.G.
from behind (backstabbers)
They know, and I know "What they do? " (backstabbers)
And then they wanna "smile in your face"
Yo P you can't trust
nigga's at Lotus
I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there
You know but I found this new spot
We went to the other night, yo
Check it out check it
control my P.I
See why women hit the strip and want to be my bitch (bitch)
Break them heels off and make me rich
Now which one of these old tramps you
dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh
Ray Benzino, Hangmen 3,
Bus-a-Bus, M.O.P.,
What the fuck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the fuck
othe; left foot
A gimme some - a gimme some - a gimme some - a gimme some -
P.T. - P.T. - P T - P.T.
A good for you - a good for you - a good for me -
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
(P.S. I love you)
Yesterday we had some
Trois p'tits tours et silence
C'est ça qui m'affecte
Quand on m'aime je danse
Quand on veut j'apparais
Trois p'tits tours et silence
J'suis pas
Do you wanna bump?
Baby do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
Do you do you wanna bump
B.u.m.p. bump
Baby do you
of the truck with fast P's right behind my ass
running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash
jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway
myself
Am I un H A P P why?
Does a new born baby cry?
Did Elvis really die?
And I said to myself,
Is wrestling fixed?
Am I un H A P P why?
Does
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
(P.S. I love you)
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