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L.A., city of smog Scenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogs I got the flyer from Amoeba Records I called up P and I said, "Yo, let's check this" I
Ice on my neck, that's frio (frio) It's Friday, R.I.P Deebo (Deebo) College nigga, I was drinkin' Tito's (Tito's) Now, it's champagne for the free
behind it That's me S.P.I I make it look good want the recipe R you the next up O let's see cll my songs W's so what do that mean (HOOK) EcSILY UPON
clap the nigga up She got a man, but her man ain't me I'm a, M. A. C. to P I M P I'm a, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby 'cause your man
hard Fuck the V.I.P Man, I'm standing on the bar Let the Rosé rain, I'm the champagne God I could have ya main thing giving brain in the car Go
your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you're dying P I X I E S Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see Her days are over, baby she's over I decided to give you all of me Baby come closer, baby come closer Sexy
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see Her days are over, baby she's over I decided to give you all of me Baby come closer, baby come closer Sexy
I used to wonder, why me Then I realised that my life was all about P When I say P I mean purpose I weren’t built for the glocks or the burners
consider it cah I look like joker (Yah man) I love the color red anytime I have sweet dreams it's there in the theater (Manchester) R.I.P Granny R.I.P J Dean
money in with the back end(Yea yea) Imma star nigga imma legend I done sold so many P's nigga I can give a lesson Hear this shit that im preachin nigga I
skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s Under the hood, you can
just a simp Keep it o.g. P.I.M.P I'm the pimp Flameless candle keep it lit Man I told you what it is Only haters can’t get in Girl shine Do whatever that
And people don't get us And then you're screaming About how eatin' bloody pussy's your fetish I'm not the next Eminem I'm not I C P I'm not the next nobody I'm
telling her to vibe she talking bout' love but I'm keeping it P She a genius I know she a straight A student how she go so crazy when she get the D I can't
Hey, look I really been going through some shit, you Know Just gotta find a way to cope P-A-I-N I'm hoping all this change But don't change up I'm
to move away (I'm gone) R.I.P. my daddy, he wouldn't put the booze away (R.I.P. my daddy) I know we all gon' make mistakes, this shit make or break (a
fucking you That would be me, P-I-T Now if you came with ya man, leave 'em over there Now if you came with ya man, leave 'em over there Yeah, it's
to hear from you soon P.S. I'm still not over you (Still not over you) you yeah Excuse me, I really didn't mean to ramble on But there's a lot
And nigga P said he wanted inspiration (Damn P) I was really more on some "fuck the word" shit so let's see (Fuck these niggas man, real talk) I'm
them P's, I got 'em from AZ And I used to pay like one for 'em sell 'em for the three RIP to E How you let a nigga in a motherfuckin' wheelchair beat
in B.I.P. I used to clip like Rob the barber It seems she couldn't shape up Cupcake her, I didn't bother She's a follower, a hell of a swallower
When I party in Hollywood, V-I-P I don't understand the S-T-O-P 'cause We party forever and get down together We don't stop, no, and we don't quit
P.I.M.P. ah Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her The new millennium poet Forever show it, can't blow it If you reap it, you sow it I, pay my,
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