Lyrics:
I just tented all my windows, tell me what you see
I just got another call, time to hit these P's
I just stack up me some scrilla and bought
sing
Yeah, now you ... (that's what I'm talkin' about)
You guys got some tootsie pops in here?
(yo, yo, yo, we got my boy, johnny in the house)
You got 2
love y'all)
To everyone hearing this now
Thank you for joining thus far
Lemme take a lil chance to explain the C.P Culture
We out here we hustling
We
Fuck what you claim yeah
I don't really care if you hate yeah
Cause your bitch love me like sosa
I'm outside where you at where you at yeah
Cause I
Ahh, me so horny me love you long time
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario
Sawed off shotgun
Hand on the pump, left
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
No one ever knows what I'm thinking
You already know the results
But maybe it's better that way
No solution, I've to move on
Damn, c'qui s'passe
And I soar up so high
This mornin' I was in my bed
Bangin' and ringin' inside my head
I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night I got P
love know you hate that
You talking hot
BEEF
You O.P.P
Then i flock
HEAT
Nigga we not
SWEET
Demons on go
In these dark
STREETS
ZOETIFIED
Gots to eat
You
Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P.
And the bitches and the bud for free
Welcome to this world that you never thought existed
And you got to be
see my wealth and it's high
As I'm high
Aruba we coming to You
See you soon now
C.P Culture a divine tree
With maturing mcees
We've got a dream, it be
money
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Champagne spillin'
You can just say I'm gettin' it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go,
Larenz Tate
To that Love Jones
She said
“You’re All You Need To Get By”
Method Man, Mary J. Blige
You got a onion booty
But I hit it so good
That I’m
I’m
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion? I love you, ma
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
run vibing the same
You ain't doing this for dollars and chains
You got love for the game
Love what you do
And do what you Love (for the game)
*Just
out the enemy
Shielded by divine source, through the all-knowing of pure love
It guides my mind, striking down what's false
With just the beems out
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
It's a street party (E-P-I-K)
Yo everybody 거리로 (capital J)
It's a street party (all day)
All night, okay,
You! Move your body
This is street I
somethin' I tried to study
But I got my hands bloody, yeah
They said I could sing like a jaybird
But nigga, don't say the J-word
I thought they was
ghostly and Gastly like Emily
What's up Em? Remember when I used to uh, get drunk in your basement?
Ay what's up L.P. I see you... Glover what's up girl?
he in the building
(Ooo) I got a one didn't take long to spot 'em
In the clubs showing love in them
Candy apple bottoms like ooo
What flavor you
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
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