Lyrics:
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
pushing my P
best believe it
Till I got racks ion tell you'bout
Till I got racks on me in a maybach
Tell me what's the reason
Na when I enter the place
Some
[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's
seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What
say when they do you know what to that boy, I told his ass to get a new hobby
But if they tryna get at me?
Lil buzz tryna put em deep
It’s us who they
Hella Heaven, you can't tell a legend (what?)
See, what you don't know and won't know, enjoy your beverage
Separate with severance, I'm Rich Paul
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D
Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me
Yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me
Her
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
never meet again, only thing I eat is tens
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob
Prolly do a six,
Snuff the punk
I'm gettin' tired of you chump
Bass in your face
You'll get a taste fo the P.O.D. funk
When I say punk or chump I don't mean you
representin', nigga, the U.P.T.
I'm a hard stuntin' nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people
I'm the number one
don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven
don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven
on the beach
Let's start with grace
For Christ I live
For Christ I wait
Not for debate
Christ on the way
Do what you do
but you can't change the truth
That
cause we got til dawn
Meet me on P to get our freak on
Tell me what type time we on
It's only Wednesday ain't got nothing to do
So we can take this far
I ain't time for talking all we do is go get it
Yeah
And i
Come in peace yah don't to fight
You can't judge by the book till you read the lines
Wanna,
I'm like three flows in on this verse
So what that tell you? That tell me that
These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')
And these
tha homie Battlecat
What you do, put my foot in her ass and mashed tha gas
You know me, and ever since that day my nigga, I've been P I M P
Blowin O for be , I pack the seed I-3
28 is a fact in V-I-P
You can see how it be when we by (let's go)
Bottles of Dom, keep a model a arm (c'mon)
myself)
Huh, and when you lookin' at me (ooh)
Tell me what do you see? (I love myself)
Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head
Funkee P)
Ah To da face it's QF da funkee P
Yes my name you know what I'm saying
(Mac Maestro)
Ah check it
(Zebulon & QF Da Funkee P)
Yeah yeah
(Mac
diront les p'tits
Aujourd'hui le respect n'est plus
Braque son frère après avoir bu
Trois-quatre verres de vodka-redbull
En portant un pare balles sous
p.i.m.p
Don't hate me major
Just hate the game
The only reason your woman diggin' me
Is cause I play with things
Don't take it personal my nigga
I
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