Lyrics:
I don't care, I'm gonna light it
I love pussy like Young M.A.
I love weed like the S-N-double-O-P
She call me a dog, but I don't sweat 'em like
got mo' drugs than a dealer moving that work by the key
Smoother than silk on a bed got yo bitch in love with a p
Temperature thirty two Fahrenheit
can't pick and choose
Throw away that Polo, you get Dior if I'm feelin' you
Bring in your friend, I like to fuck my bitches by the twos
R.I.P
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da
Man
I ain't really trippin' off much, I got respect (respect)
I'm thinkin' bout SSR's for the 'Vette (numbers)
little nigga ?
Sip some Reeseling, been lowed up since my feet swing
And my p wing like it's a G thing
Two Ls nigga, we in the house, rock a decent
barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
No drive bys its all about drive-ins
Hittin' skins in the back
Shot call tonight, you rolling with the Boss Hoggs
Everything free or V.I.P., with the Outlaws
So tell the bartenders, to put it on my tab
And tell
the block down in my camouflage suit
Stomp when I walk and I'm stackin all loot
Bling in my mouth but I can take it out
Stepping up to me, something people
Shot call tonight, you rolling with the Boss Hoggs
Everything free or V.I.P., with the Outlaws
So tell the bartenders, to put it on my tab
And tell
the bank account moving like Bree
So JMPD wanna see my ID
Step aside half a clip then I’m free
Take a cellphone pic for the record that’s me
Local P. Diddy
Check it out, it's the motherfucking c-o-u
To the p now you're fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
y'all know just how it go, hit the block so sipping
On a fo'
Wreckshop dropping tops, P-A-T told you that befo'
Bought the house bought the boat, ask
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
Would you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas
Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada
Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass
up, the chronic and Hennessey on my pistol rip paw
You fools busting cats in they raps
But can't take it when they raps bust back
So I be like "Yo
girl's hero
Or call me Correne, Correne the dream
I'mma change my name, change my p.k.a.
Keep fuckin' shit up till I've got nothing to say
Are you feeling
y'all know just how it go, hit the block so sipping
On a fo'
Wreckshop dropping tops, P-A-T told you that befo'
Bought the house bought the boat, ask
just how it go, hit the block so sipping
On a fo'
Wreckshop dropping tops, P-A-T told you that befo'
Bought the house bought the boat, ask Reck and Noke
and you ain't got no fucking time to pray
And G that's R.I.p Fasia, since the day
My cuzzy's chasing up his dream until the sky turns grey
Still I was
it's white wine
Say she's finished work and so I bide time
'til I take her guard off and put it down beside mine
It's fine, we watch the world go by
one
We here son
Ain't goin nowhere until we done
Take a track from Jay-Z
And flip back like crazy
Claimin you God
But look more like Patrick Swayze
homicides
Killers walk free, juiced off Hennessy P
So Benet Ramsey {?} me on LSD
You dicks are stupid, consider humans chopped up on Euclid
You can't prove
the breeze, get your second plate for free
Sit back, relax, inhale the 'dro watch clouds take shape
Then exhale slow...you know!
Now you in the right mode,
like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a least five
Four more what you see you can't tell me
Walked in like the first
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