Lyrics:
Epiphany, E-P-I-P-H-A-N-Y
Definition one: the manifestation of a supernatural being
Definition two: a sudden moment of insight or revelation
And never wear jeans
When you’re goin to class
StevieP is coming to town
He sees you when you’re sleepin
In chapel, stay awake
He watches when you hold
(whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You don't want
the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P T, L-B-C yeah we hooking back up
And when they bang this in the club
Baby you got to get up
Thug niggas
"Where
You get them jeans?" On fire,
Call emergency. G A capital P,
You know how we...
Madonna:
Get into the groove. Let me show you
Some moves. It's best
I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun (Thun)
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I'm the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here (here)
not disturb me my phone nokwa DND
Enwem c P the P is that achom double cP
Benji in my Jean
Nwa Enugu but I'm riding a German engine
Me and your B
Trapping and I'm rapping b*tch i do everything
Jumping out that tesla and my doors like some wings
Louis on the duffel, got amiri on the jeans
I got
Grosse p******, jean serré (Jean serré)
Eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh
Grosse p******, jean serré
Gros c**, j'vais la serrer
T'as senti l'truc, j'ai sorti l'pet
Tenho um malote no meu jeans
Tenho um malote no meu jeans
Tenho um malote no meu jeans
Tenho um malote no meu jeans
Tenho uma loja q vende weed
been where you find me at
I know a nigga named Johnny Bling
He put me on to the finer things
Had a job sellin' Girbraud jeans
I had a yellow
Yo-yow, aye
Weed, money, p***y fi di summer
We have di highest set a grades
Weed, money, p***y fi di summer
Summertime everyday dawg
Badmind
need to let S-N-double O-P D-O-Double G knee deep in them jeans
Let a nigga blaze up (blaze up)
Touch down on the West and soak the sun rays up
Blow
bought last year in LV
And I'm designer forever, that's just the dopeboy in me
A thousand P's came in, we 'bout to have us a feast
I'm cashin' out
on me
Lord had mercy on me
Niggas gun for me
I can only count on me
Niggas wish death on me
Never asked for love
I sold drugs
And couple P's
Couple hoes
game's bananas
Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings
Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans
Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is
and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh baby
[Master P]
Mary had a big ol' butt them tightest jeans 4 sho
And every club that Mary was at then thugs was sure to go
downgradin' (Downgrade)
I can't save you from the apes out the cages (Out the cages)
Phone book in my jeans like pages (Freebandz)
That's money I crave, it
En blue jeans et blouson d'cuir
Tu vas rejoindre les copains
Si tu n'vois pas qu'est c'qu'ils vont dire
Quand tu les verras demain
En blue
You know I'm beefin' with much older guys (much older guys)
'Fore I catch up with them, they'll probably
Ayy, what, R.I.P. them fuck niggas (damn,
true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
In jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes
Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep
So I
(Au r'voir mon chéri)
(Good bye)
(Jean-Perre, sayonara)
(À dès l'aube)
De quais en ports
De villes en aéroports
Je n'ai laissé
Que mon amour
whodi, I want it all
Because Betty Boop was chillin at the nail shop
A perfect 24-36 from bottom to the top
We in our P Miller Jeans No Limit shirts
Blue Jeans, Blue Jeans
Blue Jeans, Blue Jeans
Blue Jeans, Blue Jeans
Blue Jeans, Yeah
I just paid 15,000 for some brand new blue jeans
N*ggas said I
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