Lyrics:
Gotta be P hating
The fist to your face claiming Muhammad Ali shaking
Fist full of chips grated, gotta be P caking
Whimp you with Jim faking,
Batter up
This would be a good walk out song
Z.E
Make it look easy
Make it routine man it's like I'm takin' B.P
In my "B.G."s
Takin' free swings
Out
could be us but you be p l a y i n g
You ain't gotta front to me
I can feel ya energy
I can see is in a tree
K i s s i n g
Lovin you across the globe
bad this shit get
Police pulled up to the car knew it was over was tucking the ghost on the left
Man who would've guessed
Double o p be da members say
I sent my prayers up to G O D, G O D
Jesus MVP it would be O G be O G
if you could make this song a B O P, B O P
make it blow up like it was TNT, TNT
check the A.P.B
Gimme one mic, one night, it’s how I do it
My fight, My life, hear it in the music
This mic, take flight, ready to pursue it
Check my
Normal
Segue aí falando mal
Pode falar, assume aí
P B O é Genial
Paga um pau, não faz igual
De oitao cromado
Chamando no grau
Ouro no pescoço
Não
like P&B
She eat me like PB&J
Like Fetty Wap, baby, come my way
Like come and get this dick today
She text back, I'm on my way
Got a bad bitch in the D,
Ça va découper c'est le L tah P/B/A
Faut pas nous jalouser si on a plus que toi
Et fais pas chauffer dans l'rétro y'a les motards
Azy passes le briquet
at dawn
A case of misshapen I.D
Every mirror's an A.P.B
Sign says, 'Have you seen me?'
Who have you seen?
So what if tomorrow never comes?
And what if
niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be
moneysoldiers
I got mafia soldiers
I got A town soldiers
I got no limit soldiers
make em say uhh like master p
be a real pimp like eazy e
back that ass up bitch
politics ain't me either
Still prestigious
Raised on the P&B, saltine Premi's
Granny said, "call on Him, boy you need Jesus"
Respect for the game, I'm locked
moneysoldiers
I got mafia soldiers
I got A town soldiers
I got no limit soldiers
make em say uhh like master p
be a real pimp like eazy e
back that ass up bitch
(Red)
Yeah (Bro where is he at man?)
Oh my god
Damn (Yeah)
Whatchu doing?
Homie I be coolin' but you know that
Really R.I.P. be moving just like some
Tic, I cannot f*** with a b**** she getting ratchet
And s*** p***** be slacking and s***
Need a b**** slobbin and slapping and s***
She steady
yeah)
I gat drinks on the table
We be sipping (Yeah yeah)
All my guys from the hood
We be balling (Yeah yeah)
All your girls on my p
She be bugging (Yeah
get me before I’m sold out
Go, go, go! Now get it!
Go, go, go! Now get it!
Go, go, go! Now get it!
Go, go! Now get it! Now get it!
P-Z-B
P-Z-B
P-Z-B
Me I be P Town Boy
I Be P Town Boy
AAAAAA
Chi-town Taking a long trip
It's Louie Vuitton kicks
You know what I'm goin' Pick
White Tees and Illinois
Me I be P Town Boy
I Be P Town Boy
AAA
Chi-town Taking a long trip
It's Louie Vuitton kicks
You know what I'm goin' Pick
White Tees and Illinois
Me I be P Town Boy
I Be P Town Boy
AAAAAA
Chi-town Taking a long trip
It's Louie Vuitton kicks
You know what I'm goin' Pick
White Tees and Illinois
Me I be P Town Boy
I Be P Town Boy
AAA
Chi-town Taking a long trip
It's Louie Vuitton kicks
You know what I'm goin' Pick
White Tees and Illinois Caps
Me I be P Town Boy
I Be P Town Boy
AAAAAA
Chi-town Taking a long trip
It's Louie Vuitton kicks
You know what I'm goin' Pick
White Tees and Illinois
Me I be P Town Boy
I Be P Town Boy
AAAAAA
Chi-town Taking a long trip
It's Louie Vuitton kicks
You know what I'm goin' Pick
White Tees and Illinois
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