Lyrics:
demo and everybody was dishin, you know what I'm sayin?
Yo P tell em whassup man
We was coolin in my car one day you see
Clockin a double nickel
the 4, from Slitty and Joe
Rocking Dior while listening to P Smoke
With alotta bad tings and some wee blokes
Bitch you call that rich I call it pre-broke
tried this before
Then she lied even more
And told me that she loves me
And we broke all the rules
Nah we don’t abide by the law
But she's a dutty gyal
know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, thats the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
hommies
My quotes been filling lobbies from provisioning bodies
I'm broke but it's a hobby to know you're pen's a problem
And so I kill all novices, don't
focus
Make the pack disappear, hocus pocus
Allergic to broke so you know that we loaded
I want a two seater bitch ion want a chauffer
I don't text yo
win with the team
Out here tryna make pounds and P's
So by any means
Success is the key
Really facing my demons and fiends
Hitting my bop like Unknown
Uh huh
Gang
Stro four four
On God
Wide body all black looking up at the stars
Three four doors all black it be hard to decide
I see you ain't real by
bigger than you bitch
I been around you can take a turn but don't get burned
I've seen the tables turn
Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke
your home
My shirt drenched in cologne
You can have it
I know you love my scent
Last text you sent on read
I love these petty things
You broke my heart
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
a D-O-G to the G-O-D
Got OCD and not your CD
Hit her with the D-O-P-E D
That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT
You could D-I-E for a F-E-E
I'll D-I-E for my
[Hook - 2x]
It's a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
It's a drought, but we got dope
Then it's gon cost you mo'
[Master P]
First you
Yea, ok-ok, yea
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Just when you thought it was ova
The Mobb came back to put the game in a +Cobra+
Now, you can catch me by
broke and comfy acting funny you must be dumber than dumb
Imma make my chances count
All of my bros gon' make it out
I Flood my wrist
Stacking P's won't
you take your fate with three...
Bullets to the chest, put your body rest
If you know P-gang going for the G-Style
Never relax, realize don't give
and dips
Except for Domonique
She fine as fuck
I see you
In the see through
Modeled up
Met Gala
Saw her by the club
Want a hug but can't
I'm faded off
Beating all my obstacles don't really need to che-eat (Yeah-eah)
By the way she actin', yeah she wanna come & freak me
Since you feeling horny then it's
love my strokes
Remember when I was down and broke
Asking lil' ryus can I tote
It's 9 o'clock by 10 we bending
Cuz like let's go through the O
The last
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
thick
She's see the ho and I'm the pimp and straight dis this shit
You can't say ya guard low and ya covers is bare
One of my hoes just broke a trick
for my cheddar
The reason why you broke ‘cause
You don’t know no better
You not talkin money I can’t see yo visions
All I do is getting money
That my
lit, Gucci socks they got up to my shins
Too nonchalant Let her stress me I cannot be him
I need the loud
I smoke by the forest
U can't lock me down
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