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구덩이에 빠져 I got more moneysoldiers I got mafia soldiers I got no limit soldiers make em say uhh like master p be a real pimp like eazy e back that ass up
tears[01:01.02]The happy tears are still flowing![01:05.54]In public, I was shaking, and lost my hunger, I must be in love forever (FOREVER)[01:17.82]Just like P-B
Because my birthday lit H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y Happy birthday H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y Happy birthday Go shorty It's your birthday Go bestie It's your
I ain’t off the drank but lemme get A sip I like the taste And them p’s be comin in I’m Tryna get em out the way He ain’t paid forreal so I don’t
P.B., again Bad bitch, damn right, ass fat, pussy tight P.B. made another hit
capy- capy- -bara -bara capy-bara capy capy capy- capy- -bara -bara capy-bara bara bara C-A-P-Y-B-A-R-A capybara capybara capybara capybara capybara
Just met a little b**** with a long name Motherf***er had more letters than Tennessee I go gorilla in the p****, (gorilla, gorilla) R.I.P. Willy B
out, man, I make her fiend for that blow They be pumping the P, P be pumping them hoes Stick out they ass, look how they tell me, "just go" You ain't
that They be pumping the P, P be pumping them Stick out they ass, look how they tell me, "Just go" You ain't with me when it come to these Fast
nigga get challenged for your yellin' Get money from rap but P's be sellin' White bitch love me she showed me her melons Street nigga shit, I ain't
you Afrika Bambaataa We the monsters in the street (Wooo) We the monsters with the heat (Yea) Leave you sleeping R.I.P. (R.I.P. R.I.P.) Best be careful
gettin' see-sick see-P-be 's and they all gettin' see-sick Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU niggas are gettin' see-sick Them A-P-G's and they all gettin'
got three crazy muthafuckas in the same place at the same time. (Yeah Master P.) You know this shit gon be off the hook. (It's gon be
be Kwame Despite me p3 no sika no be Kennedy Agyapong me p3 no sika no be Y3 p3 s3 y3 sisamu From foos to designer No more coins we are now
P, be a better me? (P) Bitch ridin' with a felony See the jealousy The struggle made me a better me (go) Why you talkin', is you payin' me?
a milli with niggas who say I'm tops (Tops) I'm in the clouds ain't coming down (Down) Hear my shit then solicit me for a vibe (Vibe) P-B-K nigga ey
la-la, la-la They got a A-P-B out on my thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walkin'
bitch, like you gone have a kid wimme (You gone have a kid wimme) That nigga ratted, so do niggas still be pushin’ P? (Still be pushin’ P) Aymillion hoes,
at and T.I.P. be trillin' at Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G [T.I.] See me ridin' through Atlanta in
the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber Proceed with caution as you enter We have an A.P.B. on an MC Killer Looks like the work
la-la, la-la They got a A-P-B out on my thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walkin'
Yo, M-O-B-B D-E-E-P motherfucker, word up Q-borough, mad thorough All my live niggas, check it, check it Nobody close to they toes, so chill Nobody
girls (go shorty, do your thing now) Sexy girls (go shorty, do your thing now) Pretty girls, oh yeah Hey, hey T.I.P. be off the meter when he
an' rowdy with P-B-R But at the top of every hour, man, you can hear a pin drop As ol' Jack drops a quarter an' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we
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