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Put some respeck on my name I'm on a whole different lane Consider the boy a stoner 'cause P's gotta have a Jay P's gotta get the cake Bad case
Kaboom Tengo leche sana colun Las bolas mas dulce que un bon o bun La cabeza grande como de huemul P**** quiero sentones que suenen Kaboom Kaboom
feel like Cell (Cell) And I'm schizophrenic, might do damage like the cell R.I.P. my brother, rob some banks, put 'em in that cell They can't
that’s my lil nigga My lil nigga, my lil nigga My nigga goin stress some Turn up murder talk pt. 3 and like talk murder talk when yall sleep I’m in
dar pt porque sabe que amiga cuida Mandou o Pernambuco soltar aquela Aquela batida que mexe a bunda dela Aquela batida que mexe a bunda dela Então
leave the light on so I can see You've got everything I need Oh yeah You know I can't forget That special night we met at the local P.T.A. When your
The want make I loose ma brain [ Aye ] They wonder how we maintain [ Aye ] Me p3 sika keep the name [ Mmm] Wo kasa pii a wo y3 lame [ Aye ] Me then
Я запушил pussy Это pushin P Я узнаю её имя утром Мой saint shit это мой saint P Проблемы с памятью я не могу забыть Амнезия круто если в легких дым
Hakija presudila mu čakija Ne razumiješ ti to druže sudija Zenico mrzim svaki kamen tvoj Zbog tebe ja mrzim život svoj Ko preživi dvanaest godina u K.P
too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see. Her days are over. Baby she's over. I've decided to give you all of me. Baby come closer, baby come closer.
P.T.A. When your mother came to say That you'd been taking days off school I turned and looked at you, I said "Yes, I understand I'm gonna take
[Intro] Only thing I could tell y'all, it ain't like what you think I'll never speak on my people [Chorus 4X: Master P] Same thing make you laugh'll
and touch your body like you want to Now now now now c'mon Listen - you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D My rings alone
Não olhes p'ra mim não olhes Que eu não sou o teu amor Não olhes p'ra mim não olhes Que eu não sou o teu amor Eu não sou como a figueira Que dá fruto
P'ra onde é que eu vou Não sou cobarde Não vou deixar a vida para mais tarde Ponho-me a andar P'ra encontrar Vida Se não sei onde vou ando à deriva
LYRICS: Next to You Pt. 2 Got to move Girl I gotta get to you But you to far away Searching for you Got move Girl I gotta next to you But you
Sent a voc e sti person ma nun fa p me Papà t'accat o' machinon ma nun fa p me Si comm l at nsi divers o saij nun fai p me Song o uajon a cap e merd
it be like P.O.P.I.M.P What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P Still Po Pimpin in this muhfucka Imma save church The game to be sold not told What it be like
lens Look, check out the sales charts My record's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows 'Cause they said I'm too hard
more peace Police level increase, but what the fuck... I can't breathe, now what's goin on? Illadel-P-H-I-A Hell One minute you alive, the next,
Pineapple Tropicana, outer space bitch I bought the Presi' plain and gave it a face lift Would have cheated at 3 P.M., smash your bitch on day shift
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y and Z Now I know my ABC's Next time won't you sing with me
I'm easy to please cool like a breeze I got my own p's but you gotta let me breathe I'm easy to love addictive like drugs Far from a scrub but need
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