Lyrics:
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin'
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
on my chest
You might wanna fit but I ain't all that
I'm way fucked up, I'm way tore back
And I don't give a fuck, I got it like that
They took a niggaz
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see,
why'know?
I'm a P-F-L, sworn to the P.I.
[Verse One]
I spent so many days with you, so many nights
It's nice, I wanted you to be my only wife
We didn't
known as the introduction
The cannibalistic soulless eyes you're seeing is your own destruction
I've never been the type to care about things like money
put money all in my pocket
I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy
Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout
'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop
'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
rise to the ceiling)
Please, no cigarette, I'm ready (Tru)
(I don't care)
If it ain't money, money you talkin' 'bout
Look, boy, you can talk your ass
stacked to the top
I got my money counter and chop a fool who steps to get pop pop
No hesitation and no fear
My observation is to make a mill' a year,
to see my performance
I walk straight through they all know who we are
More money mo problems quote by P Diddy
I won't stop I'm getting these millies
Man
my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
D.E.E.P. you want to go
every fucking word, i mean every quote, ayy, ayy, i mean every quote,
I keep it p, gotta keep it g, that's the way to be, don't fuck with me, on my solo
Chop chop (chop chop)
Yeah I'm back on da block (on da block)
Chill like that shyt dem nigga's cook up and rock (cook up and rock)
0, 6 yeah im
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
Shmoney onna pile up
Dinero onna chop chop
I don't care to beast, what's beef? Minced meat, nigga chop chop
Heard You wanna save this lil Treesh,
chop
Verse 1
I be on my grind and all my tiggaz got my back
保持饥饿回到战场like I never left
拿回属于我的东西 Imma get mine
Bust it down on you it's time to shine
Yeah
(The Butcher)
Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag
We the biggest (biggest)
Yeah
I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know
Perfect Square, Betta Beware, Cali Bear on flare
Who the fuK care if they Bangin' my SHiT in Delaware
Perfect Square, Betta Beware, Cali Bear
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