Lyrics:
When You Fuckin Wita P/
We Got Big Bags & Im Ballin Shootin 23,
Boi I Luv Da Juice & Tha Remy Stay W Me Used Ta Run Up In Yo Home Now We Servin By Tha P
home
So full, so far gone
Forgot where I parked, and lost my iPhone
Still lookin' good and pretty
Bad bitch in every city
Rocks, diamonds, I got
Damn near fill the whole city
Up with gun smoke
My clip for yo' bitch, tryna put me in lock
This choppa came with a scope
Don't do attempts, we tryna
to get em off
If you can't put yo' niggas on you ain't no real boss
I keep a cutta In the cut just like peroxide
And them shootas in the game I sit court
Can you feel the magic in the air tonight?
Pieces of my soul paints the city gold
Shinin' like a million fireflies
Mesmerized, by the feeling inside
jacket
Shinin so the girls can get switched up
My niggas’ll end it
We the team with the best in
Feel like Wayne with the milli
But I know that shit silly
She was just 19, but in here eyes she was old enough to know
We were caught between two city streets, like a bad dream
We could barely survive in
Well it's a Friday night nothin' but clear skies
Got my truck shined up and my baby by my side
She's lookin' so fine with her hair in the breeze
the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D)
It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye
Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your
and these niggas gon' know by the nine
Speakin' up, I'm talkin' my mines
On Jeremiah, I care about my mines
Speak on nine, we takin' your life
In the city
name
My hometown's harvest lights, shinin' bright every night
Sure beats them city lights, and man I sure miss them
Out on this lonely road, dreamin'
Lando
Speed through the city like I'm in Los Santos
And I got more keys than a fucking piano
I'm in my bag
Yeah, I'm in my duffle
When I need to be
harder cause life is a bitch
Enough of the talkin, we runnin the city
And your girl might be in the car gettin' busy, bitch
Ice cup, red rum
Choppers,
me put it in perspective
I don't give a fuck what's on your necklace
You don't even let your family get the extras
By the time you get the message
I'll
believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' bout he wanna extradite y'all
Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the search light for
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil
money and spendin the grip
You see my shit payed for
So homeboy don't trip
I got it locked down
In the California state
From city to city, worldwide
I
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
You tryna play me like I'm dumb, I see through everything
Ridin' round the city with this chopper, might just let it rain
I skirt off in a GLE, I'm
(Who made this beat?)
(Ayy Marc, what it do?)
Picked up, I been callin' all night
I just wan' see where ya head at
I just pulled in front yo' house
wit no major
Just stack on yo paper
Don't fall in love wit no major
Just stack on yo paper
Say you wanna roll wit a youngin now
Come roll wit me
Blow
like I supposed to
Rollin like I supposed to
Shinin' like I supposed to
In the club, fuckin' wit' honeys like I supposed to
I don't understand it when
now
How we gets down now, now
New York City now, now
OK, alright, OK, alright, alright
Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren
Mr. Cheeks, back in that
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
This is that come back to life shit
My niggas pick me up and we gon' light
ride
Hands high when we fly by
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
Yo yo yo
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