Lyrics:
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Just got a v8, who wanna race? I'm back from the bank
Mama had me in a drought, my old man just got out
Catching Opps hitting p's, time to go back
In dreams
It seems
I always see
Avenue P
As it ought to be
In a four-star movie
Directed by me
And starring, of course,
Yours truly,
Rosie
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
come on my way, I can tell by the look that's all on your face
You want me too
But you can't around me, you don't know what you started
You know
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J.]
touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie
who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
of dropping an E.P, E.P
Nah nigga, shit too H.A.R.D, R.D
Front row seats, blow up in HD, HD
Oh you slick with the way you hate me, hate me
Thotty Thotty you
I work so hard n3nso no money in my pocket
(Mesika soa m3t) Ghana be mine (I buy)
Y3nsie sika y3b3 siesika gyis3 kasket
Show me the way
3ny3
Jedi wie Rey
Spüre die Macht wie ein Jedi
Musik meine Macht don't obey
XXL freshman wie JID
Hör niemals auf on my way
Hör niemals auf fühl was ich lieb
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
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
the platinum chain
Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thing
Eastsidaz same thing, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane
[Master P & Snoop]
Cause game recognize
away you left me hoping
And I know you thought that I was hopeless
I wanna make my way home with ya
Next to you and raise the temperature
I wish I have
she gotta get the money
Cause she fuckin' with a (p-pimp like me)
Gotta serve a trick at the after party
Cause I got her body in my mind I'm a playa
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
he tripped up
He too clumsy
Stay on my P's and Q's never slip up
I ain't no dummy
Not at all
Riding round town wit my stick lil bitch
Yeah that's my
She say it’s wet so Ian wearing no P.P.E
And if I ever leave her heart she D.I.E
That night you told me you would never leave
Why name the baby
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My
retaliate properly
P's poor, he can't eradicate poverty
Money my arse where's all this money I ask?
Man have got more money by far
In fact, P's the only money
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