Lyrics:
safe, you knows it
GLC, fukin' razzle-dazzle
2000+2, P Xain, respect
haaa....uuh....ahhh....my name is Dai Texas......
haaa....uuh....ahhh....my name is
of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all last cd”
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm
Gère le beat et la cadence
On est fait pour se fiancer
Ton cœur je l'ai pris, je l'ai brisé
Il me rend fou ton p'tit déhancher
Je sors du binks, khapta,
was just last week
Walked out TD fucking weak
Gg when I hop on the venmo
I heart fraud what can i say moe
Me and P Diddy fuckin the same hoe
And my
a send up nudes full up me memory
Especially de one from Nevis heart full up a jealousy
De one from S.P like she want me go and Catch a felony
Gyalist u
to my P-O
I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me
a tree
to the floor, then learnt to smoke draw
i met up with my mate, P Xain and some more
we got wrecked and went fukin' mad
and made a few songs that
the P there's no guarantee I don't wanna see you hana rather
epervana from pyunny hana I'm just gonna knock ya out say booya
Chorus:
chee weh soo uhp
paano ko sasabihin sa'yo?
paano ko sasabihin sa'yo tunay na layunin ng puso ko..
;P
decide,
but do what feels right,
I just wanna keep it real,
that's just how I feel,
It's not about the J-O-B but the R-E-S-P-E-C-T,
How can I make you
see
dodgin'em for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women
I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women
[Chorus (T.I.)]
[Jazze Pha] Hey,
riding
Ad libs of guys talking
Man I can challenge anybody and leave em all stiff
I'll put an end to careers and catch a body off the rip (r.i.p)
I'll
I'm making p
Where life's taking me
I can't wait to see
This ain't SP chasing cars
This is LP chasing dreams
Facts
a teen
Under 21 with a fake ID
She wants the things she doesn't need
She's S-P-O-I-L-E-D
She believes that money makes her happy
And if she runs out then
tiro me saia pela culatra eu não tenho um plano B
Tou all in tipo WPT, no R.A.P deixo te em choque tipo EDP
Deixo o teu rapper favorito a pensar porquê
Said I would be who I’m destined to be
Bitch, now I'm bucking, K to the P
Back on track
Yeah, I think I’m ADD, but my shit still slap
That’s facts
soul it runs so deep
I don't give a flying fuck about your O.P.I.N.I.O.N. motherfucker
Keep running your mouth about my passion
I stay on my grind and I
the mans
Tryna make my plans sink
Titanic with the way I'm going overboard
Might panic seeing P going manic on the billboard
I'm the one you can't ignore
I'm
Combattenti della strada come Russel
Bianco come Casper, mi chiamano master grande, grazie tante
C'ho le rime per la strada multitasking
Feste V.I.P. torno
reconnaissent pas
Triste, still fighting
De l'équité et beaucoup de logique
On a grandi, on est plus trop vos p'tits
Ils aiment pas trop les rebeux
I can never chill
This is life and death yeah this shit real
Got this shit locked like a secret recipe
Got the hook up call me Master P
Don't fuck
ain't worried bout the money just talking a life now
None of this I could write down, this shit come from the heart. R.I.P lor spike now
It be harder
R.I.P. Nipsey Hussle but I'm sprinting the race
When I hear these other rappers, I'm just squinting my face
I used to run from my nightmares, now I'm
believe that's you know how we get down in the country
In the streets they know I'm a beast but
Bud Please aint no Pimpin'
No p-i-mping at me
So much for
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