Lyrics:
It's No Limit till I D-I-E
C-P-3 or Richmond, Cali's where I be
[Chorus]
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
p't'être pas assez d'XP
J'suis étiqueté "fou" mais qui t'es pour débiter autant de taises-fou?
Autant l'faire tout seul, si j'ai l'blues
J'trouverais quelle
Y'all want to know why the album is late
I've been giving y'all time to get the last one straight
T-O-T-P back when me and Doc put them days in
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
dans c'plat mais pas des pieds, j'crois qu'j'ai le blues du baleinier
Parfois j'me sens plusieurs comme l'éléphant sur sa toile d'araignée
Certitudes
albums is mid
Made the fifth album, Snoopy WRLD Diss
Good concept, but you still missed
Old songs, you like to reminisce
Claim they bad, but you suck since
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
I bring the power but nothing like fifty
Going in from the days of shifty
Yeah, beckham Keane and giggsy
Manny legend soon be strictly
O.L.D where
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D
motionless
D.P.G. and me, are the only G's these hoes came to see
Work that thang girl, pop that azz
You are now cultivated by the sounds of Daz
And, all
the P double E-M-D in the place
(Yeah check this out P, I think this is the last record of the album...
Aww we made it!)
Yo yo what time is it?
d'un journaliste,
Cet album, c'est quelques lignes de ma vie,
Fallait que j’le fasse, fallait que j’me jette dans le vide,
N’oublies jamais que j’viens
nigga kick that freestyle about the punk police")
I give N.Y.P.D. Blues
I shot Magnum P.I. now I'm a Cops Current Affair on the ten o'clock news
Kidnapped
her bags pack her bags left
Your style is A, be , see-D
E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-are-S
Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
a pas d'vaillants quand y a coup de blues
J'deviens parano quand j'ai la caisse à Batman
Ton pote, il va se prendre une balayette si il regarde mal
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
comes to mind when i'm on my flows
You might hate me
Just because my mind is twisted
But i'm r.a.p
Roll a bat as i get lifted
Rappers can't see
Why i'm so
don kan kapone yung owl muhammad p abu g salah deen the general ya dig listen
Turn up for the 1 time
Got some Hendrix on the outro some blues shit
Keep
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah,
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
Where I be at today
Or at the heights I’ve reached
I never thought I’d see
No I never thought I’d see
The day I’d finally rise
Get to the T.O.P
T.O.P
I’m
comme un fils de pute, c'est ma vraie drogue
J'ai la fraîcheur d'un P. Diddy dans des Timberland neuves
J'viens d'là où ça joue du Dipset ou du Fifty
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
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