Lyrics:
'head tell me no
I don't fuck with you
I go do my thing
Watch me get bread do it overnight
Watch me fuck them all yeah Dolemite
I been on my Master P
P'tet que je suis bizarre
Les gens m'voit bizarre
J'vois rien dans le blizzard
Oue ça m'fait bizarre
P'tet que je suis bizarre
Les gens m'voit
back the clock to the times I had to make it on my own, a brother with nothing to Show
Had to hold it down, P.O.P.
P.L.P. was just the beginning for us
getting bag money coming First
N r.i.p jaia swear to god that shit really Hurt
But aye nigga now let's go to work
I was down up on my ass couldn't even Buy
like the gladiator standing tall
Von stuck in the mud my B I P will get a call
They wind storm through hurricane then all
Likewise of T E B gotta slide
reason not to be alone
But you can't stay here, bitch
You gotta go home
No hoes in the trap house
No woes, lay the mack down
Front me a P
Let me turn it
ain't hard to drop (aye)
But it ain't hard to drop, I know it's hard to knock
R.I.P Fade and Rolla (R.I.P Fade and Rolla)
Shaking the room like soda,
Flipping all these p's feel like Gabby Douglas
This shit will get rubbish
Flipping all these p's
Feel like gabby Douglas
I ain't a killa
Please don't
breezy
sender snap - er du free
baby tror hun skal få tror hun skal få keys ja
swiper med mitt visa
vi stacker våre p's
sier fendi funker fint
(Verse 2)
dans ma p'tite vie
J'ai une confiance aveugle en vers mes proches
Pour certains d'eux je donnerais mon dos
Trop de mélancolie dans mes récits
Beaucoup
Magg sctat ro suonn
Ma vec e mostr m uardn
I song o mal p l'at
Si l'at so o mal p me
Nun m tuccà si scott
Ca chill nun è o covid
Ma a sfacc** e
cold heart, can I freeze?
I lost so many loves, R.I.P yeah
You got me losin' my mind
Broken heart can make a nigga cry
Tears fallin' down like a rainy
R.I.P I'm coming home
R.I.P I'm on my own
If you love me then leave me alone
If you love me then leave me alone
Why you always in my phone
Why you
the click-clack
Lotta P's in the big bank
Not gonna give you the chance to get that
It's about to be lit, don't give no fuck 'bout your shit
Lil boy go fix up your
I dropped some dank
Rolling up my tree
Bitch this shit ain't cheap
I don't do fake
You can't keep it P
Then you ain't for me
My mind go blank
I been
shine on me
Remember days I was balling and days that I had no p's
Now u see me AMG and it's a 63 and you know it go fast
Ain't no way you catching me I'm
go bazerk
People round me poppin' percs
They get so high so they can see me from a birds eye view
I want the p's I want the 0s
I can't do right only
Big Gee you know I'm solid
P's in the trap start looking like collards
Two tone ARP on me little nigga you know I'm wilding
Go to the mall and buy
making my quoter
SpillGod you know all my diamonds is water
Just got them p's in from Georgia
We make it jump like it's fish out the water
Ran that check
T vogl ben ancor pur ropp chell che è succies
Pnsav m lassav
Ma infine me strignut
A te ca me pnsat pur quan so carut
St'ammor ne frnut
P vij re
And Zyasia and Zyona aint with the drama
Never been with the bull they got it from they father
R.I.P my cousin Zerrick missing you dearly
Taught me never to be
Eleven in the P.M.
Wide awake but I wish I was sleeping
I wish I was dreaming
Wide awake and I'm talking to my demons
Eleven in the P.M.
Wide awake
gli artigli)
Voglio il mio trono chiamami Willy (Chiamami Willy)
Cazzo vuoi fare che t'assottigli (A-a-ah ah)
Aura più tetra fra queste gabbie (P-p-p-p
Aggia visto tanti mani, tanti piedi abballa attuorno
Greci, Etruschi e po' Romani, p'a matina, notte e juorno
Sona pro nobis
'Na curnice pelle e
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