Lyrics:
K-you-are-you-P-T Annie
You just bring my bottle of Rimy
Recognize a real hit when you hear one
Postin' up at the playboy Mansion
I stomp like Gortex, poetical
R.I.P. B.I.G.
Uhh uhh think I'm gonna..
[R. Kelly]
I'm gonna get into you (get in too deep)
I want to get into you (get in too deep)
want
On the news it was televised
An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-
P. to the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every
eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
rankeada
Dando só bala na cara
Minha pistola ta g*****
Gostosas do Free Fire
Vou dar booyah nessa raba
De lado ou de costas
Essa kelly é uma safada
Que hoje
does, cause it's Lope Dope, LDC
I land in L.A., yeah, yeah, them California dreams
California world, R.I.P. Lil' Peep
Yeah, I'm smokin' on G's for my G's
nobody, just the money, only figures
I been movin' different, killin' shit, I'm pullin' triggers
I'm pullin' triggers, p, p, p, p, pullin' triggers
She say
hallow tip first
BLAP!
Boom trap (boom trap!)
I’m back (I'm back!)
That mask (that mask!)
That’s me (that’s me!)
Real G’s (real G's!)
Move P’s (move
and your sack of nickels
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles
as a youngster
P**** and money the only language I clung ta
Claim ta I mold myself up to become one
Ain't ya happy I chose rap I'm a monster
Streets deceiving
yelling R.I.P
Yeah
God rest his soul
Rest in peace that's to the old me
I'm on that X up til I go I keep it so G
White mask all on my face these days I'm
please kill it
Tariq and P. G. 'bout to drop gots to feel it
Dogs on call blood 'bout to spill it
Sound view nigga, BX the realest
Spent the illest
is a free mind
She lock up that p**** like Draymond
I show her some money on FaceTime
She get it on her knees
She suck it so clean
I give her a G then
culo y yo tiro cien mil (ey, ey)
Tú cumple' en octubre, pero yo te quiero abril
Ven, que te voy a hacer venir (uh)
A la casa en P.R. o la de Beverly
G
Im clutchin on the pistol
This the way it supposed to b
My la dawg kut got wet up at the age of 14
Cause everynight i go to sleep
Cause i be
make
What sound does E E make
What sound does F F make
What sound does G G make
What sound does H H make
What sound does I I make
What sound does J J
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Q, R, S, T, U, V
W, X, Y and Z
Now I know my ABC's
Next time won't you sing with me
A, B, C, D, E, F,
and snickering
Player like me? every season these chicks have been
Talking how I came through the P's in a sicker Benz
Heard about the platinum visas
Mississippi three G
With all them motherfuckin' I's (eyes) niggas couldn't see
P.R.O.B., L.E.M.Z. with the verbal tactics
This ghetto bastard gets
Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz
Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' they
Real G 4 Life, baby
Yaga y Mackie
Estaban esperando esto
Decían, jaja
Yaga y Mackie
Dejense sentir
Fuerte
Realg 4 Life, baby
Everybody is
(Lord, I need, have mercy on me)
(Have mercy on me)
For my soul, for my soul
(For my soul, on my soul)
be I G P O P P A P A see left eye J M J
Please have
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
made me
I cannot tame
Another city
Bad boy since a boy in diapers
No P. Diddy
Fully focused
My mind on point
Fuck who got beef with me
I love all my
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