Lyrics:
Sei que houve motivos p'ra sorrir
Nem o tempo nos fazia prosseguir
cté onde estamos agora
Há tristeza e turbulência nesse olhar
Há certeza e
arregala, o poeta descobre o ""P""
O poeta põe o ""P"" na pauta
E procura a parede pra nela escrever
meets the feet
We don't belong to what we don't know
It's like an alternative version of what we all know
We know
P and Me oh we
Did that funky shit
raconte
Dans ce p'tit monde
Tout c'qu'on bavasse
Dans les médias de masse
Tout c'qu'on raconte
Dans ce p'tit monde
Tout c'qu'on jacasse
Te fera boire la
and said "man, be cool"
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues p-ianna
(In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico)
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
(In
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see
Her days are over, baby she's over
I decided to give you all of me
Baby come closer, baby come closer
Sexy
P.R.O. and The Chris
Took the train to Salem, Mass
To buy some veal tacos
Five blocks before the score
They stopped at SoCo Mart for more
To share
boy turned rapper
She go down south, then back up
Man can't wife up no slapper
Man bust that ting to my brudda
Sent P's to my mother
Trap in
(Mr smith, AJ smith
It is without a doubt that the pH level
Of your girlfriend is pretty alkaline she has
Been consuming a load of pumpkin
Spice
shorty she treashy
She wanna fuck every dude on the B-team
She geeky, shorty she neaky
When I pull up, she go suck on my p-p
She a bop, shordy she nasty
Discarga, Mukeka, F.Y.P e RxDxP!
Melhor!
Melhor!
Melhor!
Melhor!
Melhor!
Yeah that's the one right there Ton'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look
It's P
I'm so focused I could work all night
I'm so turnt up off this weed I might
I'm too
or you could be a freak
Know that I'm the one, not the 2 or 3
And imma keep it real if you keep it real with me
I would hate to keep it anything but P
I
Yeah
Freeman
Uh
Reeba-n-a-t-a-a-h-a-nyowe
Naaza-oweitu-r-w-a-m-p-a-r-a
Reeba-n-a-t-a-h-a-nyowe
Wandeeba-ota-n-y-e-h-u-z-y-a
Reeba-n-a-t-a-a-h-a-nyowe
Hmhm, yeah, loves it
And I'm a thug
I'm chillin'
My name's P Hizzle
I'm chillin' in a clizzle
Alright
Chtěla bych jen říct, že toho řeknu teď dost
Arrhhh jolie p'tite go sk skk
Michto dans l'vibe tu connais
Maquillage à outrance soir de transe
Jupe sexy dans l'club son ambiance
Elle est en
Skratili su kose i skresali brade
Samo je on ostao isti
Da pokupi prašinu s barikade
Da l' noćas p'jan tetura
Ili je možda zaspao tek
Il' u svojoj pijanoj
J'étais Young and dummy
A, DK
Je vendais dès Q.P de Green
Fais roll up les dieces
Money money
Depuis petit
Fait rentré le cash
Fais le renter le
I come through Steppin' with that iron Ima tranna bust a nigga head
I started Trappin out a ounce now I got P's under the bed
I see a opp I spot
we blowing great white shark
Moving P's raking leaves sun rise till it gets dark
I be makin moves
Turning one to two
Nigga I'm the truth
Finna smoke
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, no diggity
I'm down with O.P.P, shorty feeling me
Wanna get high with Snoop to say I'm shmiggity
And I was never a shook
mañana se olvido el reloj
Silvestre con piolín huyo
Y Venecia sin agua por qué no pago
P L A N E T A Cumbia
P L A N E T A Cumbia
Planeta Cumbia
Planeta
LE P'TIT BAL DU SAMEDI SOIR
Dans le vieux faubourg
Tout chargé d'amour,
Près du pont de la Villette
Un soir je flânais,
Un refrain traînait,
Un air
A bruxa tá solta e os pvt no veneno
Demonin sai na madruga vai te deixar no sereno
Se situa viu meno melhor escutar a coroa
Ela q te da os conselho p
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