Lyrics:
a disguise
Every move is so precise, (facts)
I'm checkin my agenda
I got no time for a wifey (nah)
My ex tried to be friends, I had to cut ties look,
Dinner
"Door swings both ways my ass" (x2)
"We have no weapons of any kind?"
ahhhhh ha ha ha ha!
"Why don't you listen "
things
Tearing apart
you can bounce with me
No limit to my God like Master P
What audacity it's quite ludacris actually
To think you could trick your daddy
God the father
real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week
you can tell i got cake by the diamonds on my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
till the wheels ll fall off
and the first bastard get fly,
you know blat blat blat
was my reply, 89 wolfpack and be wilin,
p89 pull gats cuz we
Later they found him hanging from a chandelier
Enemies I be bucking quick
My moms know who I am because she know who she was fucking with
On my skull
exaggerated (It's Swidom)
Yo, I live the life they rap about
Noughty By Nature, you know the vibes
Yo
Lanark Road in Edinburgh House, in a council flat,
like the g funk sound
I was born to clown
havin' mind in every round
tryin' to get my skrilla on
by the pound
cause I'm hell bound
we keep them trippin'
to take em back, on this one
We gon throw this back for P-A-T, and DJ Screw
Mafio and Gator, it's finna go down round here
You know we just getting started,
'Cuz my pops was killed by the fucking L.A.P.D
Yes they killed my daddy, yup they killed my daddy
And if I don't blast 'em back, you know they gonna
Hey bitch, you remember me?
It's Mr oPM from the westside of the streets
I got my Sox hat and my black Pumas
And my nigga P with me, let me introduce
twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
(Bongo, by the way)
Bend it over and twerk
Bend it over and twerk (ayy)
Bend it over and twerk
And pop that ass 'til it
my words are ammo
All the trapping shit is giving me the hump like a camel
1247 gigs, 62 countries, they said I wasn't big
They said I wasn't relevant
pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressed
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably
more?
She a fiend, nineteen, with a past to show
Tryna take you to the W after show
And play you all my new shit, we could really do shit
Got the Uber
country home. but I am missing you
As the sun is setting on me I think I'll crank up my pick-you p for san anton'
Chorus:
There ain't enough dance halls
more?
She a fiend, nineteen, with a past to show
Tryna take you to the W after show
And play you all my new shit, we could really do shit
Got the Uber
I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of land along the C.P. Line
But times were hard, and though I tried,
Maybe baby that's the way my gravy gets encouragement
Intelligence my nourishment, represent the SPV
Only Flizy can leave the show, the show can't be
A High Caliber Output
Put A Hole In Your Chest
You Sort A Get Stressed
Leave You In A State Of Arrest
Sound System That I'm Rippin'
Is My Way To Protest
get away with murder on this schedule?
It's time for the golden age we headed for the golden medal
Way better than my older level
I'm a over
Working in the rain cutting up wood
Didn't do my little brother much good
Lost two fingers in a chainsaw bite
All he does now is drink and fight
He
[Playa Hamm]
The P, a playa, a pimp, so add some paper
All combined to give these others the vapors
Now I'm a try and refrain from getting deep
The way you make me feel
You got me in my feels
When you are right under my skin
You take me to the P woah woah woah
Cause I really wanna put it
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