Lyrics:
of that Bentley
I'M nos and I'm bras
See I'm there and I'm gone
Cause my loyals is strong
And my money here is long
So when I'm right I'm right
fifth, cock bangin'
Me, I'm ridin' by ya on the corner, block slangin'
I'm livin' that boss' life (life)
The hos come runnin' when they see me comin'
I'm
[Master P]
oh lord can you feel me
or tell me why my lil' brother Kevin Miller
had to die and i still hear
gun shots when i sleep so i'm sayin
a Ghost with a bag, your P.O.
Hoppin' in Paris like I'm mobbin' in Rio
They can't compare me, I'm livin' la vida
Wrappin' a bale up like a burrito
Talk
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
license plate to see you when I'm backin back
T.I.P. be smokin' on that good shit imagine that
I'm blowin on a hoe that's strong enough to kill
bankroll, my money, my money, my money
And where my money? Young nigga's gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I'm
to dem muthafuckin cluckers
If you want something come and get something (2x)
[C-Murder]
I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I
full of dollars, a list full of problems
I address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
think I'm crazy (I'm crazy?)
Fi-fi-fifteen hundred on some shoes I wore for one occasion (Once)
Racin' to the money, could have drove a Talladega (zoom)
for the bag and the dough"
But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!"
Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag
In his
smoke my B's?
Never could you take my G's
I'm a Po P-I-M-P
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my B's?
Never could you take my G's
I'm a Po
Copperfield with two p's
This is David Coperfield with one p
By Edmund Wells
(David Coperfield with one p?)
Yes, I should have said
(Well, in that case, we
combats
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes or no riches
If niggas come short, I'm diggin' ditches
M.P
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see,
the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you're looking for that, holla at your boy
I'm a m-m-mack, mack a p-p
Don't scatta my plan chop head like bloodclat
Money dey for pocket you know that i'm on that
Her kalakuta wet cuz she see me at the motion
Surrounded by
people want it all
Some people ain't livin' life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin' to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga
for the bag and the dough"
But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!"
Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag
In his
TOO
ITS THcNK ME NOW NOT THcNK ME LcTER
ITS THcNKS FOR NOTHING THcT'S THcNKS TO YOU
HEcRTBREcK KID GOING ON c TRcP SPREE
BITCH IM RON OGZ FROM
I'm keepin my promise to you, pal
Cause I'm takin' you home tonight;
I hadn't the money to send you there
So I'm takin' you back on the 'fly'
It's
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
keepin my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you home tonight
I hadn't the money to send you there
So I'm takin' you back on the 'fly'
It's
I want my money now, they say that I'm a gold digger
Is it bad if you all see me on Coachella
Doing big, popping bottles with them OGz
I need 10gz
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