Lyrics:
no son presta'o
P.R. está caliente en to' la'o
Con la' pali estoy vola'o
Ta-Tanto money, estoy burla'o
De tanta' puta' enamora'o
Vampire come
to this
Puna boy anthem
Aloha Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born
Yeah just chilling in the closet
Yeah still in here y'all
N-O-N-P-R-O-P-H-E T-S is stupid deaf
N-O-N-P-R-O-P-H-E T-S is funky fresh
Sage Francis
the-the-the O, the P the E
Riding clean, the G the L, it's 63
Ooh-wee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me
Yung north S-I-D-E, W-E-T bitch
Yeah
bitching
No crowd can avoid the D-O to the see
When I'm P-E-are-F-O-are-M-I-N-G
On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf
And known, I rock a funky
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
destino for o outro vais desaparecer.
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Prod by - JpBeatz
Mix & Master - SZN
Letra - SZN
Until she started sniffing P
Streets love me but I’m hated by the MPD
Multimillion dreams but I have
Nightmares of the F-E-D's (God damn)
Lord please have
Vai vai
Accost
Tras n'cap a me
T fai o gir nda giostr
Son stu trip hinterland by night
Son ca martell nda cervell e l'hi FI
Vai vai
Accost
Tras
I inject the venom
Screams of pain cause my rhymes up in 'em
Rushin' like a buffalo, and wild like a Navajo
Reckless like the P-L-O, bring it back
love gettin to this ladies
But not more than these paper stacks
Now rule one, get your cash on m.o.b.
Keep paper in my pocket my nigga p.i.m.p
Don't
Holy
If a nigga run up leave him
Holy
Holy
Holy
Holy
Holy
Amen
T-R-A-P-G-O-D (let's get it)
T-R-A-P-G-O-D (ay!)
T-R-A-P-G-O-D (Trapgod)
I be in the trap
shoes. And Dre is back from the c-p-t. Droppin' some
shit that's d-o-p-e. So f**k the p-o-l-i-c-e! And any muther f**ker that
disagrees. Stuck
throwed off, nigga menace to society
Dreads in my head like I'm O-Dog (O-Dog)
I gotta roll one up, free Boo P, nigga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my
of the man who point the blame
Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
[Chorus]
Yo, by any means I protect my President
It's P.O.P., protect our president
A thoroughbred on the track like the meadowlands
The Secret Service
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
Yeah
L-O-S-T
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Aw, get up, get up
Ayy, yo
I'm goin' up to the rink
Yo
I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit wit us
We
Yeah
L-O-S-T
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Aw, get up, get up
Ayy, yo
I'm goin' up to the rink
Yo
I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit wit us
We
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
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
of Houston
Lonely as I am, together we ride
[Happy P]
These motherfuckers be hating on me, and they hating on us
Cause our city's moving up, it's over what
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