Lyrics:
said I needed P's they
Tried to send me cunch
It's fucking real that
Them niggas think they're putting on
For you by buying chains
Try and send that gold
the room
And I only smoke OG
Got P'z for the free
Ima sell em for the cheap FLIP
Double Up in a Week
Triple Up and get a Key
I was raised by the Dope, boy
constricted, on my soul that they call
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
that P
P-funk got me goin', ho, I'm blowin' on Montana pack
Blunt just put me under but that snizow put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke,
ocean drive while you stalking my tweets
It's like Three in the morning I ain't been to sleep
It's the end of the week and I ain't had no Z's
Imma hit up
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,
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.
And then he cried out one give
frame make the dirt look clean
Mix it with the mid, make the work look green
Then sell it top dollar, keep the same routine
Just popped the blue bean,
caught up in the craze
Three times for the honor
We live everyday
One time never bothered
Voyaging this maze
Two times for the holler
Come by to our
I'll sell my soul for a gang, slatt (Slatt,slatt,slatt)
Лёд в капчик, четвёрка делает splash
Чувствую себя на биточках, нахуй мне кэш (Нахуй!)
[Куплет1]
Chorus
Finna be platinum n gold
Bitch i been on a roll
I'm SWEETotb never gone sell my soul On my patnas man i never told We aint cheatin man we
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
Three
This is not chronological
It's in order of release
We got Spider-Man, Scarlet Witch
Drax the Destroyer
If you haven't seen the films
A final warnin'
do this when I'm forty
Five foot three I call her shorty
Said she never met no man before me
But this hustle is temporary
I don't wanna do this when
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press
This for all ya'll niggas dat TRU to the g-zame
From Master P and the whole TRU click. It's time to hook ya ice
Cream up and turn it into candy
Mo
never ever gonna sell my soul
I-I-I-I got this feeling
I-I-I got this feeling
I ain't never giving up, I ain't never ever, I ain't never ever giving up
Take off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish
[Verse One]
It seems every man want to be a pop star
It's obvious to me that you forgot who
Execution style we don't drive bys
Choppa clap like high fives
Glock turn that white tee ti dye
We got the drop Shiid I'll drive
They spoke on P they all died
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