Lyrics:
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
what she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly
If it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me
My wrist talk say suck
Heart turned cold
Can't believe in no one
Long life rip
How i feel yeah
Dark side and p
What you see yeah
Can't see anything
No one loyal
Heart turned
witnessed
He rollin' in my Caady mo'
Wit' fly bitches,
Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh)
Ain't Bob Barker
But I'm caught up in this game
Mo'
immigrant
Put up your hands you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
the questions I ask, only the answers I wish to receive
I grab the cherry on top and then I leave
No one will wonder what is underneath
I guess I have the bob
And dumb enough to believe that I will not to reply
You don’t know me well
I’m not scared of beef
I’m about about it Master P ting I’m in too deep
Fuck you
little homies up in prison
I'mma let you know just how I'm livin'
I can tell you' bout the Mach Five
I can show you what them blocks buy
I can tell you
about hoes
Heyokas not what you think
He’s not just about flows
Heyokas no Wanagi
I don’t believe in no ghosts
I’m just killing the beats
When I
to pick and choose
Best believe, it's the chips
All I got is one shot
Like P. Milly, I can't miss
Got a lot of goals to achieve on the list
Really tryna
Pocket full of money (we rollin')
P-p-p-pocket full of money, yeah
Y'all niggas fake as fuck
Lipstick on my collar, I couldn't make this up
I live in
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
scared and can't believe that their whole crews
Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins water elope
I do the hustle
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
I got my business straight
Ready to walk
Ready to walk
They hate what they can't manipulate
I got my business straight
You want to learn to go get
red, it's blue
Don't believe what you read,
Do you believe what you read?
No, I don't believe what I read.
Never put it down in writing the old man said
pushing my P
best believe it
Till I got racks ion tell you'bout
Till I got racks on me in a maybach
Tell me what's the reason
Na when I enter the place
Some
change
But it ain't no illusion, I know you all have witnessed
He rollin' in my Caady mo' wit' fly bitches
Makin' ole deals, now, ho, ain't Bob Barker
But
My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh
Everythin' you want you don't need
And don't believe everythin' you read
And only have what you see
I said I won't,
bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy
Side by side
He's always there when ya' need him
By side
One is lonely and two is boring
Think what
My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh
Everythin' you want you don't need
And don't believe everythin' you read
And only have what you see
I said I won't,
large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so e, what's next?
[erick sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The e-are-I-see-k, s-e-are-m-o-n
Call me
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