Lyrics:
that the way it's supposed to be?)
I say baby do you think
Sugar so sweet should rot my teeth
But instead it just rottens me
Spoiled crazy
I said,
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin'
In dreams
It seems
I always see
Avenue P
As it ought to be
In a four-star movie
Directed by me
And starring, of course,
Yours truly,
Rosie
but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you, p. s. I love you
I do my best to obey all your wishes, I put a sign up "Think"
But I gotta buy us a new
when I reach my own
Stay free; let the time go pass me by
Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d
We smoke on nothin' but the best of buddah
Ooh, yeah,
this my game
All the wicked shit is coming out of my brain
This is my girl, music is my dame
If you can get it I'ma keep it P.I., mane
Why not share
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
the way,
everybody's thinkin' of you.
P.S. I love you.
I do my best to obey all your wishes.
I put a sign up. Think
now I got to buy us a new set
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
tune
When a man came along, made me hush my song
Kicked me off away out there
(Yodel)
As she went passin' by I caught her on the fly
And I climbed
And so I'll close but by the way
Everybody's thinkin' of you
P.s. I love you
I do my best to obey all your wishes
I put a sign up, think
But I gotta
a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that
a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that
[Chorus: Krayzie]
My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded [P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded]
[So high, so high am I.]
reefer and blunts is all that's needed
my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
D.E.E.P. you want to go
I jah yeah,
he tell me not to be that way.
I luv I jah, yeah, I gotta keep my P-M-A.
My lovely sister, judge me by my closthes, yeah.
Only
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
tried and I've tried
To get you out my mind
But it don't get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothin' to lose
Hope
a place to call my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell
Uh, what, what, yo, yo, P-5-D uncut
Check it out, yo, yo, S-P uncut
Yo, yo, what, P-5-D uncut, yeah, yeah, it's that Philly shit
Yo, yo, check it
Never lookin' back until there's nothin' in my way
P is for the city, for the
P is for, for, for, for the city
P is for, for the ci-ci-city
P is
the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash,
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