Lyrics:
comprate per l'estate (Se, se)
Ci restate male
Se faccio ste trappate (Trap)
Non sono come voi che parlate e sparlate (Brr)
Metto un paio di P-6000
A casa
aye, ayee
okay, okay
heyy, ridin round with that v8
pushin P, no green ayy
yo bitch do what we say
look at my jean its rick bitch im fly hell
still
in my jeans
I bought my queen Celine
I got my team Supreme
It ain't no in between
You either in or you out, I took a different route
I had
rock and light blocks like Billie Jean
Whether you "Black or White" you gon' scream baby
(All I do is for you)
Yo, and I "Remember the Time" another
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
it up
[Kurupt]
Blaze that shit up nigga
Yeah waz up snoop
Verse one: [snoop]
Top dogg buy them all nigga burn this shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn
Baby i'm the best, best you've ever seen
I'm the one you read about in your magazines
I'm the reason why you dressing in them tight jeans
Get your
a gar p'apparì
Ma n'appar o nomm mi
O riavl vest street no prada
Fit check!
E cu me ca sta matchat
'O ciel è blu
Fum bluecheese
Teng chin e blue jeans
that bitch claim my seed, So I call her Billie Jean
Step on beats, record all of this shit, roll up sheets hoe
Puffin' so much steam, so much green, need
Shootin' up so high
Feel like my nose bleeds
I left that little money in my old jeans
And speaking of alphabets I know O.G's
Offshore accounts
The return of the hip hop ammadeus
Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama
Streets prounounce me dead [x6]
I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
Alchemist fuck is the deal nigga?
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah when you hear the
Yeah
P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars
rings, designer jeans
Toking on that biscuit 'til I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling
stuck hoe
Got Marni all over my coat
Came in with nnina you know the stick poking out
Poke Out
Stick poking out
All this money in my goddamn jeans I got
naw hun cause you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea)
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda
ferrari
Nessa party
Uh uh uh uh
Pede p fumar desse kunk
Uh uh uh uh
Eu sei que voce e minha billie Jean
Leu no meu pingente me chamou de DINNI
trunk, neon lights, candy paint
What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol'
Tejina en la casa shout out pa young p
Para Pache para Eric para Hugo y pa Luis
can't out bling me, or BBC jean me
You ain't got no vibe, you can go and ask MiMi
I think and relay it
I blink and P-J it
You wanna make fast
Ay, I really need the fee
Litty in this bitch R-I-P-P-N-B
Turn this bitch up, please don't pardon me
Bloody shoes on, yeah, I really bleed the scene
of this built off a nothin
We got it buzzin
Never been down wit the fronting
Back when the P's was all fronted
Money abundance
Now we got more than we
Bye
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
in the scene?!"
P-P-P-Pocket full of m-
P-P-P-Pockets-
P-Pockets full of money, so I'm saggin' all my jeans
Shawty live in Essex, said my swag was
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