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talk
In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone
392, nigga, this a P-World,
I might run in your yard, bitch
I'm feelin' like

thing that Abel wanted to be killed by Caim

[Verse 2: Anónimo MC]
Yow...
Contamos muitos anos de carreira nesta estrada
Longa caminhada muita façanha

stop here
We keep raking in the green thats all we touch John Deer
I live my life chasing dreams you live your life chased by fear
Trust be a funny thing

the back, we got a heater
I'm with posture, I'm with p4rkr
I ain't talking 'bout no Peter
I don't like the confrontation
I'm a fan of conversations
Talk your

Wido, in the back, we got a heater
I'm with pposture, I'm with p4rkr
I ain't talking 'bout no Peter
I don't like the confrontation
I'm a fan

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

(I said) We are sparkin up at the dabathon (We sparkin up)
(And I said) Shoutout to my boy John (my boy John)
He is not Johnny Boges, but he's still

no time
This is what I wanted
For my whole life
I had shitty nikkas
Laughing , alright
Now they’re asking favors
Cause we on right
Switching different

I mean, on the wild, this is SuperChi. I've been born.
I am torn apart 'cause there's no one to brother John.
I mean, on the wild, this is SuperChi.

The Light!
See, I'm Dared To DIE, By My Courage Can Live Longer!
Explanation's Is REcL, My Life Is Really Worth Oscar's
(RED-EYES) You Can See Hooks Through c

swagger, man
M to the C to the S to the P to the i to the C to the E, and
Hashtag, The Legend, but not John, though
Got 'em in line like Popeye's sandwich

Buchanan, respiratory failure was the key
Abe Lincoln, by an assassin's gunshot, R.I.P

It was a stroke that put Andrew Johnson into the ground
Ulysses Grant,

paper (paper)
Got a seat at my own table (table), don't need no favors (fuck it)
Ida Street baby, smokin' green by the acre

M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S

and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this

dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah

put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here

I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I

on me we can fight, On my life keep a stick
Shooting shit like john wick
Big ass blick make you flip
Twenty eight hundred for a p taxin shit , Big ass

Fisherman

MoStack

Common Sense

2017

Two gyal on my side, me in the middle
Into a foreign like Lidl
Bad B I call her a smiggle, yeah, she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P., left her brain in

bitarimo kuba drug dealer cyangwa mafia
Ndi big rapper ndi agent muri rap Black Box nta petit ritagira ikosi
Ubucakura twibitseho tubukesha tug life aho

wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see

never a bottom feeder
Nepotism was never in his favor
Lives life like a naxal
Interest include crude oil like dark shit
Parchment over paper, that's how

No Limit Soldiers

Master P

Featuring...Master P

2007

gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But

hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment

licks my niggas serving P's
Just to flex on all the hoes and cop the newest sneaks
I had to change my ways cause that life wasn't for me
So I picked up